say that little thing that sets my veins on fire,
make my fingers tremble when our eyes meet,
wrap your hands around my darkness and set it free
don't chain yourself to my insecurities.

let my breathing be your favorite song
but don't let it be our song.
rip the air from my lungs,
but don't take my breath away.
(starts with an L, but we're no Celine Dion song)

we'll **** these butterflies and turn them into ice-cubes,
play my spine like a harp and watch me sing.
mold me like play-dough but don't make me something you like.
(i'll let you have a taste but i'm not your favorite flavor)

let's put our emotions on the shelf,
they only get in the way.

you can want me,
but you can't need me.