I can't write about you
I can't write about this
How my hands kept drifting towards the nape of your neck like an addict to the needle
My fingertips a fiend for your skin
But I would look down and they were still placed safely in my lap
I tried to count the hairs on your head but got lost in the redness of your ears
Forget the play you were the main act
And I would have stayed to watch you forever