It's not easy being stricken,
but your eyes get to me.
If I was behind bars in a prison,
your eyes would set me free.
Like deep pools of mud,
they make me feel dirty.
But it's the thought of your love,
that scrubs me clean.
It's not easy being held down,
but your eyes drag me lower.
Let me show you a place called my heart,
your welcome to loiter.
I'll lock you up,
throw away the key.
I'm just so taken by you,
Won't you be taken by me?
I don't mean to sound greedy,
or needy,
I just need me
in sight of your eyes.
So drag me under,
just pull me under.
And don't you dare let go,
till I die.