Crawling towards you, I can't help but wonder if this is kosher.
I'm reading, tasting your neon, candy-coated tongue for what you won't say.
Why are you so afraid?

Lonely lavish.
Ongoing opportunity.
Vulernable vaudvilles.
Evolving existance.

I'm trying not to press myself so hard against you
and I'm having the hardest time
distinguishing between
true feeling and what I wanna hear,
and what is real?

Just keep breathing heavy.
I'll lock your secrets in my windshield.

I can't help it, when you lean close,
I wanna tie your soul in knots so you'll know,
what it is to feel hurt and you'll keep your intentions gold.

I'm scared to hear it, you're right.
I'm your first morethanjustafuck.

And I'm exasperated.
The whole is greater than the sum of pieces.
I've been breaking you like vodka bottles,
trying to add you up.

So fuck it,
feels like I'm trying to
catch my breath
in a fish bowl.

Watch me carefully.
Your chocolate eyes are
melting down me,
and it's the only think I have
keeping me unexposed.

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