We met in a parking lot
I was buying coffee and cigarettes

Firewood and bad wine long since gone

But I'm still drunk and hot wide awake

Breathing hard

And now in just one years time I've become jealous
Rail thin
Prone to paranoia when I'm stoned

This isn't true love someone ought to put me in a home

Say do you wanna get married
And put an end to our endless aggressive tendency to scorn

Provincial concepts like your dowry and your daddy's farm

For love to find us of all people

I never thought it'd be so simple

Umm

Let's buy a plantation house and let the yard grow wild
Until we don't need the signs that say keep out

I've got some money left and it's cheaper in the south

I need someone I can trust
To protect me from our seven daughters when my body says enough
Don't let me die in a hospital
I'll save the big one for the last time we make love

Insert here

A sentiment re: our golden years

All cause I went to the store one day

I've seen you around

What's your name