This doesn’t stop me.
Thoughts of you in a low-lit room,
licking the paint off my walls.
You could become
my creature of habit.
If that’s what you have planned,
sit on my lap for a while.
These songs enter slowly
and then speed up
until we’re dizzy, dizzy
but it doesn’t count for much
at 2 a.m.
Then you said, “Tell me,
tell me if you’re believing
this lie?”
And I couldn’t say no,
because I bought every word, Love.
I walked on your back
because it needed crackin’
and you grunt the air out
because there was no place
for it to go.
But your back was sturdy
and I wasn’t shy
so here I am wondering
with my throat bone dry.
And you’ll keep on lyin’
and lying here
waiting for me to disprove you.
And I can’t.
Because I already told you…
I’m hanging on your every word,
Love.
Luv.
L-O-V-E!
