Let me just remind myself:
There's love forever
on the center shelf.
No trust wh'soever
with no one else.
Just the Sun
and myself.

I feel too much
and I take the hit.
In my wicked place --
I always get bit.
Not from any face.
Nor cast by no smiles.
It's all in the time line.
The levels of your dials.

But let me step back and remind myself.

I care too much
and link right in.
I know I am just
hooked on skin.
So cut the lust
and tame the fire.
Pass the hour
with me, I'm tired.

Let me just remind my self,
of all the love
on my center shelf.

'Cause **** i feel
like I'm running out.
Action surrounds me
like its all about:

**"how much else can i get
and still have you?"