and i don't even know if i want to kiss your lips or just your skin because i'm falling falling falling falling falling falling falling but i don't want to hit the ground again. are you sure your arms can hold the weight of my love when it's wrapped in wet clothes? and are you sure it's the best idea to take this where the wind goes? i'm not yet sure if love is a real thing it's just a beautiful fictional deadly play, and you still kiss me like i'm sane but i know it's all just another game so don't be surprised if i refuse to participate. and you're like a cynical patronizing inconsiderate impartial callous song, but your vicious words still gently drag me along. and i'm not sure if you're really toxic or it's just all in my head. because i love you love you ove you ve you e you you ou u or maybe i love when you're in my bed.
there's a difference between someone telling you they love you and them actually loving you i haven't figured it out yet though