I spent my whole life,
Pushing people like you away,
And I spent my whole life putting pieces of my heart back together.
Stitching up and sealing everything in.
So, I wouldn't feel my insides travel up to my throat,
Creating a lump so big I couldn't breathe.
So, I wouldn't have tears blur my vision before I go to bed,
And so I wouldn't feel the emptiness in my arms,
And the pounding in my head.
But I guess,
I didn't do a very good job,
Because you, and only you,
Happened to find a place,
So deep in my heart,
That I didn't entirely close up.
And now,
You are ***** to me,
And I am drinking in every ounce of you,
And I can't get enough.
And as your eyes,
Your smile,
Your laugh,
Rapidly spread and run throughout my veins,
I feel at bliss,
And I want more.
But I am not ***** to you,
Like you are to me.
My eyes,
My smile,
My laugh,
Don't run throughout your veins,
Like you do mine.
I want to be the cause of,
The blood pusling fast throughout your veins,
And the skipping beats in your heart,
And the hot rush in your cheeks as you get nervous.
I want to be the cause of,
The curves in your smile,
And the tightness in your hugs,
And the glistening in your eyes.
But I am not ***** to you,
I will never be drunk to my last ounce,
I will never swim through your veins.
I will be an unopened bottle,
Resting and waiting in your cabinet,
Until my expiration date slowly nears.
