Even at your worst
You're at my best
When I'm alone
You take me out west
I am the west
I am frenxh
I am an island in a ditch
Back-to-back
Or head-to-head
You kept me warm
When I wished I was dead
Your innocence like fresh wine
Washed o'er me
Feel the divine. Cut the vine
Looking down
Supple legs
On the dregs
Need to find a station to the station
A ration to the rational
The racial complication of tasting you
You flew