Your body is like a pill i really shouldn't take,
it's for my own good, yet i mistake,
what i can't understand to something more,
or maybe i really do love you and adore,
your touch is like a child hood memory,
always trying to make everything the way it'd be,
back in high school, or even last October,
always here, reason i owe her,
your voice is like a great album,
keeping me feeling better then a vallium,
locked in an asylum cause i'm clearly crazy,
about a girl i think of as my country baby,
even if lately i barely hear or read,
i can only hope for me you still need,
my comfort level and all my love,
cause what you give is not close to enough.