Maybe that its claimed to be special, makes you expect things to be special..
And i guess that special's your gretting..I guess i still absolutely want to have you here.. and perhaps because of that, our lips shall never cross, our skin shall never be grazed, our heart shall never get exchanged..
And i guess i end the 18 in a bottle of beer..
An act of sophiscation to cover up for the fearsome impel..