Take a picture to remember this by You'll never hold all the details in your mind Fillin' your head with superfluous facts Pushin' out what you're never gettin' back And all that's left is a version of the truth A recollection that is often misconstrued Sgt. Pepper with the faces of friends But the names all elude you in the end
Kiss me just this one last time Tell me that you once were mine
Take a picture to remember me by To show everybody who you left behind The near-miss that almost shot you out of the blue I was a city you were only passin' through And all that's left is a version of events Favorably framed for the sake of self-defense We barely notice as the pages disappear Floating off into another year
Kiss me just this one last time Tell me that you once were mine Kiss me just this one last time Show me that your love was mine
Kiss me just this one last time Tell me that you once were mine Kiss me just this one last time Show me that your love was mine
In a weird dream a few weeks ago, I've been trying to figure out what to make of this one.
She (an ex) was topless with printed silk bottom, reclining on a chaise lounge in an ornate marble room with a fountain and gold leafed ceiling and such. She casually made a hand bra barely covering up and I said I'm surprised to see you here....she smiled, and I said Can I kiss you? and she barely puckered her lips and slightly showed her tongue, then held up her arms to bring me toward her and...I woke up of course...
What brought this on I have no idea, but it was really vivid and erotic...not usual for me, I guess too much time on SW!
