Torture by Recalling
I love the scent of her hair in the morning
And I love the way that she cares for real
I love the way that her voice always calms me
and I love her mouth and the taste of her skin
And I love the way that she gives me pleasure
I love the way that she takes her time
I love the way that she won’t be bothered
And I hate the way that I let her down time after time
I love the way that she seems so calm
but can break in the middle of a song
I love that when she asks me questions
it’s only cause she wants to know
I love the way that she makes me feel
and I hate the way that she makes me feel
I love the way that she’s hanging on
and I love that she is not like me at all
That’s a good thing
and I know I torture myself by recalling
I know I should let go
I know I made the call
But I don’t think I want to let go
Cause I love the scent of her hair
I love the light in her eye
I love the way that she smiles in the middle of a lie
I love the way that she takes
I love the way that she breaks
I love the way she lies down to rest a little while
I love her way