thoughts of us kept keeping me awake

'He hit me and it felt like a kiss. He hit me but it didn't hurt me. He couldn't stand to hear me say that I'd been with someone new, and when I told him I had been untrue he hit me and if felt like a kiss. He hit me and I knew he loved me. If he didnt care for me, I could have never made him mad but he hit me and I was glad. He hit me and it felt like a kiss. He hit me and I knew I loved him. And then he took me in his arms with all the tenderness there is. And then he kissed me, he made me his'