Coma

Let me slip into this jacket , we'll call it coma as we drove past this place where decisions were made let's taste the perfection of 1000 times, solute the thought process that told you there's more than just love. A paragraph attained and a sentence unfinished, yet there it sits on the tip of your tongue....I turn down the radio...something about Man

On the Side, Johnny M is shoutin about unfinished business again. I delve further still into this mud, constantly reminding myself that Orchids grow here too. I whisper in your ear again, like late nights in your car, a front seat story to pass the time. We came so easy and maybe that's the problem, because with simplicity you have to create controversy. I ask you...why can't love be love. Isn't love uncontrollable laughter? Isn't loving preparing yourself for the reaction that other person creates in you by stepping into a room? Isn't love losing two hours in 5 minutes? Isn't love music shared? Isn't love passion personified? Weren't we that?