Don’t tease if you can’t please
That used to be my motto
But what if the one I should have pleased
Was myself, by not being on auto
Compulsive acts
Haunt my dreams
Cigarette packs
Have become sunlight beams
I think about your hallow mind
and all the deeds that have made me blind
You unzip my jeans
But I'd prefer you to unzip my dreams
Think deeper thoughts
Then just the ones about empty parking lots
I lose myself in your eyes
Wrap you up in pretty lies
I told myself I wouldn't care
But nothing really can compare
To the way I feel when your presence in the air
and the way you run your fingers through my hair