I feel better in the dark.
I say things, then, that I wasn’t sure of
before I said it
In the light, I tell them lies
But when I slip away into her room at night,
I only speak the truth
We met by accident
She didn’t make me wish for
innocence
She whispered to me that things were better in between
And she let me
She begged me
Fire beckons me, but I’m in love with another
warmth.
She’s too slick, but I love the sound of
her laughter,
her abandon.
She’s ready to hurt, but I love her
protection,
her affection.
She offers me the light,
and I love her darkness, too.
I want all of her, if she’ll let me see
I’ll stay, anyway
Until she gets sick of me