I look at you like you hung the moon
If I’m not touching on you, kissing you, playing with your hair,
If I’m not ******* or ******* you,
You look at me like a burden, an annoyance
An itch you can’t seem to scratch
A bug that just won’t go away
A blister rubbing against your shoe
You like me best as a pretty picture on the wall
Smiling until you call for me
Obeying and loving every second of it
Even when you look at me like that
You hung the moon
Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 6:28 PM UTC
I look at you like you hung the moon
If I’m not touching on you, kissing you, playing with your hair,
If I’m not ******* or ******* you,
You look at me like a burden, an annoyance
An itch you can’t seem to scratch
A bug that just won’t go away
A blister rubbing against your shoe
You like me best as a pretty picture on the wall
Smiling until you call for me
Obeying and loving every second of it
Even when you look at me like that
You hung the moon
