Your hair falling on your face
Your body flying over their heads
Their arms your waves
You swim through them
Like a sound wave
In one ear out the other
Grab their attention by the throat
Make them swallow you whole
They way you grabbed my throat
And made me fall for your soul
Can we turn into art together honey?
Can you name your songs after me
The way you did for her?
Can I turn our love into a book
They way I did for him?
Can we forget who they were?
Remind ourselves daily
Of who we are?
You're like whiskey down my throat
Harsh but it feels like home.
You’ve turned into my all
And I want you to know.
That loving me is not wrong.
Loving me is not wrong.