| The thought seems to be too much, I shrink at the incline of your touch
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| Your fingertips are needles to my skin. |
| They sink straight down to the core
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| Revealing the things we can’t ignore… said sweetheart. |
| Your tearing through
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| my veins
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| The fires burn — I’m in your bedroom
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| The tables turn — Well do you miss this?
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| You make it all the same.
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| The mirror stares — The Scene: Your bedroom
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| Reflection glares — We’re flirting kisses
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| You wouldn’t have this any other way.
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| And maybe next time when you reach to grab my hand, I’ll pull away.
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| I’ve seen your intent, and it’s not much to be proud of…
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| So why don’t you just stay the hell over there with your prim and proper
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| friends?
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| The wannabes and maybe next time I’ll let you stay with me.
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| (Was I just the last chance to be the rise in your mattress?)
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| It’s not worth it. |
| Just stay with me |