staring at an unmoving object, my head makes it leap and bounces around
to lay on the ground I'd listen to you
don't speak with your mouth but I hear it from you
dishonest and brilliant
breaking rules all for fun and I'm scorched in the sun with a man on the run
letting your guard down
staring at a wall, unsure of it's position
perception and depth fly past my eyes and I'm waiting for you to be the one in disguise
don't tease, you won't get what you want
a juvenile, a standardized woman
with her arm 'round your neck
stopping the moment I hear the early bird call
calling for me, oh please, set me free