Then the snow started falling We were stuck out in your car You were rubbing both my hands Chewing on a candy bar You said, "Ain't this just like the present To be showing up like this?" As a moon waned to crescent We started to kiss
Thought back to this when reading about Lacan’s objet petit a this morning:
That secret that you knew But you don't know how to tell It fucks with your honor And it teases your head But you know that it's good, girl 'Cause it's running you with red
