There's a method to this game I've developed in my head
In how I glance over to you
The sly smile that possesses my lips
There's a method that I've developed to get you in my bed
Our lips meet in intervals short and few
Close proximity allows for the grind of my hips
There's a method to the way I've protected myself from the feelings I dread
In the way that I fake the "i love you"
Your body heat numbs me as my heart rips
There's a method I've developed for this soul that's dead