This girl,
With her magnetic eyes and her soft touch of a voice,
She's gonna be the death of me.
I murmured it into her hair the first time she kissed me,
"You're going to **** me."
I said it like a prayer.
Sometimes she says things
And the certainty bursts upon me all over again
That I'll be dead and buried, by this
Girl.
Her mind is like... like the way the lights reflect on the water at night,
So dazzling and fiery, so hard to capture or comprehend.
Sometimes she'll say something in a flash of light
And I will feel it hit the core of me
With a sound like thunder
And my heart will actually stutter in helplessness
And I'll think,
*This is it, this is the moment...
She's going to be the death of me
And I will die
Smiling