If we are addicted to the chase
The rush received when we catch our prey
To a life of fetch I will resign
Bring back each time you run away
Then you are finished fleeing
Feelings will give a shove
And I will switch tired places
Will be your turn to go after my love
Thrown high
Cartwheeling midair
Heart is a toy for you to chew
No matter how distant I lay fallen
For some reason still pursue
You are the bone
Can't resist
Treat I never can earn
We make a boomerang
Without me have no way to return
But if I do not have you I have nowhere
No house to return to
Depend on me to continue flying
Like I depend on you
This game can be played with two
We go back and forth tossing *****
Obeying repeated commands loyally and prompt
Whether returning sticks or missed calls
It does not really matter who chucks
Who sprints after affection wanted
We're both addicted to the thrill
The hunter or the hunted
Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 6:50 PM UTC
If we are addicted to the chase
The rush received when we catch our prey
To a life of fetch I will resign
Bring back each time you run away
Then you are finished fleeing
Feelings will give a shove
And I will switch tired places
Will be your turn to go after my love
Thrown high
Cartwheeling midair
Heart is a toy for you to chew
No matter how distant I lay fallen
For some reason still pursue
You are the bone
Can't resist
Treat I never can earn
We make a boomerang
Without me have no way to return
But if I do not have you I have nowhere
No house to return to
Depend on me to continue flying
Like I depend on you
This game can be played with two
We go back and forth tossing *****
Obeying repeated commands loyally and prompt
Whether returning sticks or missed calls
It does not really matter who chucks
Who sprints after affection wanted
We're both addicted to the thrill
The hunter or the hunted
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