Swampy Love

Disguised in glasses, asking me about that yellow book
Three years later, your face still cut me like a fishing hook
Sixteen months later, Lamplighter hug, it had me shook

Started our swampy love, the kind that extremes are made of
It seems that loping light, it only comes in the black of night

Vodka run, Bottle Shoppe, then mixers from the Circle K
"Oh that's how it is!" you turned around on my couch to say
Then we fought Sunshine until the break of day

Started living in a treehouse, four years later you called me "spouse"
Looking down on Union Avenue, our eternity rendezvous

But what's forever, when you know the world it's not like that?
When the calendar always wins, when what's shiny always turns
To matte?
Where those lines start to fade, no matter how much ink you pack?

But look how it shimmers, our light from these broken dimmers
Apollo is the nom de guerre for our little love affair

With a Graceland bandana wrapped around my bloody hand
From the ramparts of Ft. Depresso, I will make my stand
Till my words ring clear, till my rhetoric is at my command

Cause "Nour Hantouli" it rhymes with "I love you truly"
And even if it didn't rhyme, I'd be singing it all the time