I Got

Young the GiantI Got

In the night where I live,
There’s strange force in your kiss oh
All’s divine in desire

With an ire of philosophy,
Burning scrolls in the naked heat,
Oh how coy is your little boy. No!

Cause I know it don’t read that well. Yeah!
I got buried
No it won’t be long before I rise in
I got buried
No it won’t be long. Yeah!

In the night where I live,
Your children sway they fuel the kitch
Raise their glass to Soviet cries in the ward,
And in shadows

Outright, in times of old,
Fumes are falling, smell them burn,
Like always, yes always.
Now here!

Cause I know it don’t read that well.
And I know, only time will tell me
I got buried
No it won’t be long before I rise in.
I got buried
No it won’t be long before I rise in song

And I know it don’t read that well, yeah
I got buried
No it won’t be long before I rise in.
I got oh buried
Oh no
Cause I know I got you


Love this song and how catchy it is. For whatever reason this song just reminds me of PC and the feelings that I first  felt in the beginning. I remember how quick and deep the feelings got for me. I reminisce about it often and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss it…or him. When I think about the beginning and just everything about him, I gradually get sad because of the way things turned out. If I could turn back time and do it all over again, I would. There hasn’t been a day that’s gone by that I haven’t thought about him. Life has gotten better here in California, but wish he was a part of it with me.

Oh well…

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