I took her love for granted

Hope was propping me up when I met her, as soon as I saw her I
wanted to taste her lips, so I did. I was ecstatic for at least six
weeks, hope was placed in her hands. When she caught me she asked me if
it hurt,
I told her 'Christ it did.'

And it did, when she left me every morning. I feel beautiful when she
says I am beautiful, but she is more beautiful. I feel heavenly when
she says I am heavenly, but she is more heavenly.

I can't feel disappointed when her hips are that wide but I still feel
lonely and screwed up inside, and the taste of her tongue, it makes me
wish I'd given up smoking. She was a big, big girl she had big
ideas,
like how my heart should be free but I don't want it to be, I want her,
here beside me.