I should mention I was thoroughly tanked on sangria when I made this one. It just seemed appropriate...

A song about the insecurity of a relationship.

I'm still sort of working on this and may upload a revised version

'Everyone I touch turns to dust.' 'Like Midas!' 'No idiot, that was gold. At least that would have been useful' Of course I thought she was crazy. I asked her to prove it. She had no problem. She reached out and touched my hand... I cannot…

I looked around at the dark store fronts as we made the long trek back to her car. It was errie. was thos really going to happen again? As we approached her car my heart was pounding against my ribcage. I led her towards the backseat and kissed…

she turned to me and asked in her broken english, 'How old are you?' '25' She made a motion of a plane taking off with her hand. 'Your plane has already left'