Glue

Sex without love is a good ride, worth trying
But love without sex is second only to dying
When kissing is missing and legs stay shut tight
You’ll hate every morning and dread every night
Don’t drag it out when you’ve lost your glue
You’ll always feel lonely and always be minging
You won’t notice colors and you’ll never hear singing
The surest sign ever that good times are ending
Is sharing a sleeping space with no fucking pending
Don’t drag it out too far, don’t do what I do