Missin' Nothin'

I remember the cold concrete beneath us.      
The memory still cements us.      
Early mornings with nothing to smile for,      
never being paid above a table.      
All I had to speak of      
was covering you up,
covered in dirt n' oil.      
I still hear me whispering,      
"don't let me go"...     
hoping no one hears me,        
beggin' you to keep me safe     
but only when we were alone.      
Cigarettes and Love.      
Whisky in plastic bottles.      
       
I had nothing else to my name      
but everything.