love like this

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I want love like,
I see you over there and my drink is half empty,
fill it up with your eyes.

I want love like the kid on the microphone last night.
I want love like bruises on the inside of my right arm and
mornings that start in the afternoon.

I want love like the first time you get high,
the last time I saw you before that plane flight.

I want love like we are still eighteen and will always be eighteen
we know nothing about being eighteen.

I want love like it hurt so good, a sore throat screaming all night,
front row and sweat soaked, too tired to ever go home.

I want love like let me sleep in, let me dream again, turn the lights down.
I want love like slow.