Beautiful

she doesn’t talk like one of those

that’s what makes me sit so close

shall I compare you to a rose?

your beautiful and comatose

when you’re flat on your back

girl, you give me heart attacks

and she doesn’t realise

my girl’s got pretty eyes

and when your hair’s a mess

sweat dripping down your neck

let’s get you out ‘that dress

I’ve got something to confess

you make me fall apart

gave you the keys to my heart

make me think in cliches

but that don’t matter anyway

getting drunk on cheap wine

when you wind around my spine

wanna take you on the northern line

we’re shedding clothes and stealing time

underneath the weeping willows

lying, cuddled up to pillows

think about her when she isn’t there

tie another bullet in her hair

we’re always courting with disaster

but that’s ok if i can have her

there ain’t no happy ever-after

just stolen moments filled with laughter