Oh Sweet Megan

I know we’re not romance
I just need a ghost to love
No, no slow dance
Heat was up

Yes I wish you could recall
Desert nights and alcohol
Geography was never clear
So now our absurd is nowhere near

If photographs could bless this
And tie me up to your lips
Keep us up forever
Life is made of classics

Oh sweet Megan
Hot as hell in heaven
Made me stop, drop, roll
Love to know where you’re going

I miss you my own way
In words you’ll never say
Semantics are deceiving
They might lead us astray
You and me, sweet irony
You barely stood up on your feet
Love ain’t always something deep
I held you but who fell was me

If photographs could bless this
And tie me up to your lips
Keep us up forever
Life is made of classics

Oh sweet Megan
Hot as hell in heaven
Made me stop, drop, roll
Love to know where you’re going