Is This Really Happening?
SHE'S A GOLDEN TICKET, A SHINY PEACH MIXED IN A DRINK THAT'S RESTING ON A CHAIR IN A DESERT LAND AND NOT A GRAIN OF SAND HAS COMPROMISED HER WORTH. AND YOU'RE A BROKEN MAN CRAWLING ON HIS HANDS AND KNEES IN THAT SAME DESERT LAND, DOING THE BEST HE CAN NOT TO THINK ABOUT HOW HE REALLY NEEDS THAT DRINK. IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING? THE SUN'S FINALLY SHINING DOWN ON ME. IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING? THE SNOW IS ACTUALLY MELTING IN FRONT OF MY FACE. I DON'T KNOW, BUT I'VE BEEN TOLD THAT A NEW YORK WINTER IS MIGHTY COLD. YEAH BUT WE STILL WALK DOWN THE COLDEST BLOCKS USING THE FIRE IN OUR HEARTS. THE WAY IT WAS AINT THE WAY IT IS, AND THAT WORKS PERFECTLY FOR ME. SO LET'S KEEP IT THAT WAY. THIS PERFECTLY PERFECT DISEASE HAS GOT ME DOWN ON MY KNEES. NO, NOT TO PRAY, BUT JUST TO SAY, "I LOVE YOU MORE THAN YESTERDAY.
