On and off, on and off
I wonder which version of you I'm getting next?
The warm or cold? The hard or soft?
And you also brace yourself for who I'll be again,
The missing-in-action or the fully present?
The sweet angel or the sinful siren?
On and off, on and off...
You keep flicking the switch, on and off, my mouth froths.
Up and down, right and left
Someone needs to tell you that your compass is not centered.
If it was up to me, I'll be the one to let you know as I do it best.
But everytime, I also wonder when you're leaving again.
This month or the next? And until when?
Do you really give something your heart, only to jump to the next?
Up and down, right and left...
Yet you keep leaving trails of love, like bullets I've bit and kept.
On and off, turn around
Do you also wonder which version of me you'll meet on which days?
The one who listens, who's humble? Or the one who's too proud?
Which mouth will say hello to you next time?
The soft-spoken ***** or the dainty darling that's loud?
the lips who recites poetry or the tongue that curses like missiles?
On and off, turn around...
Your touch used to feel like sunlight, now it's electric shock ground.
Left and right, rise and rest
Somebody needs some awakening, I'm superdosing on caffeine.
So I'll be the one to let you go, in that field I am no less than the best.
But every time I speak, I spit out curses instead or prayers.
You are fire, I'm gasoline. Please set me alight or set me free.
You won't give me light, love or life, so at least give me back my sea.
Left and right, rise and rest…
The only thing I'm apologetic about is sorry you lost the best.