You really got a grasp on me
Your warm fingers encircle my throat
Watch as I gasp to breathe in your air
Just to let me choke

You held so tightly on to me
Your heart pounded behind my rib cage
Exhaling our carbon dioxide
Now I’m feeling dazed

You keep coming over
And sleeping and sleeping
Every next morning
You’re leaving you’re leaving

Our little cycle we don’t want to break
Doesn’t bother me when I’m not awake

Keep coming over
Keep sleeping keep sleeping
If you don’t wake up
Then you won’t have to leave me

You don’t have to go and I won’t ask that you stay
Just let me feel you longer- time seems to escape

I‘m feeling homesick
But it’s not my bed I seek
Not my four walls or floorboards
I need you tangled into me

You’re a bird I can’t bring myself to cage
So I’ll sing to you in the morning
And hope you don’t fly away

She danced her wrist around
With that black 8-Ball in her fist
She pondered on herself
And she shook it with a twist

Then she asked the question
“Will it be okay, yes or no?”
Quickly he responded
It Is Decidedly So

You are a fluorescent light
I am a moth desperate to find my way inside

Kind careful fingers
A touch I cannot resist
Your warm lips lingered
Over my cold esophagus

I’ll keep daydreaming about your eyes
Just to feel the butterflies
Migrate from my chest to my spine

I’ll keep daydreaming about your lips
A taste I can barely resist
And my fingertips flowing down your hips

I’ll keep daydreaming about your fingers
How they seem to linger
Keeping the birds in my head singing all night

I’m expendable
So toss me in the ocean
Watch me sink sink sink
Let gravity do her job
I’ll be gone before you blink

Keep me around as long as you need
Make me your pet and put me down if this grows old

I never want to burden you

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