oh, the memories, to have some untainted by pain or agony, to be untainted with impure thoughts, to have something good to remember, yeah, looking back, that couch, the unfinished basement, the speakers exposed before hidden behind ceiling tiles, loud music blaring down, the line of her face, softly drawn by my finger, yeah, a good memory, a face, half lit by hallway light, the door open as she leaves, turns, and says words that lighten my heart, before i turn over and sleep with dreams, in my head and not in my bed, bending down for a kiss, long since wanted, desired, and decisions and places made because of that desire, a moment, quick and simple, that complicated life for eternity, and the romance, as valentine's day approaches, stirs in my belly, and i remember sweet things.