my glow
is your bust
i know it so don't tamper with my individual
wrapping
it's not
something for you to unravel
so don't pull on my strings
it's not for you to say
it's not for you to see
i'm keeping myself,
my mind
a secret, so you see,
it can't be
for the love of me
don't let it be
such a bitter thing
and don't let me see...

you're playing with fire
by the pulse
of my wrists
you're playing with fire
by the pulse
of my neck
you're playing with your own ****
get a grip on it
pull it back in
pull the strings back up
get a grip on it
and you'll see

you can be
alone