It was the last line of defense,
that I could tell myself I'd break you.
Watch you every day,
but safe because you wouldn't do
the things I really wanted,
well they're just downright bad.
And that's not how you stand.
Except,
oh shit,
oh God,
Maybe I was wrong.
The way you look at me says
I'm long far gone.
I let you read
everything I write about you
cause it's safe,
safe like you and
how you're cute.
But I don't think
after what you said today
I can write them all that way,
and be true.
If I write for me,
I have to write this way
about you.
So go ahead and read.
No warning labels,
you set it free.
That part of me
that wants your body.
The part of me that needs to shrink...
Under you,
under your gaze,
God, your hands
would be perfect play.
And around my throat,
a fucking art display.
Oh now I can imagine
how you'd make me beg.
Stare me down with just one look,
and I'll save it for the secret books.
The ones I dust off on lonely nights.
The ones that get me to the other side.
And I'll bite my lip
so I don't scream your name,
cause that would just be inappropriate.
But right now
I don't think I care.
I think I'd like
to kiss away your air.
And to get back at me
you can hold me down.
Work-like strong,
different application now.
And God, I want to whimper for you.
I want you to see me fall.
I want you to witness just exactly
what you do to me after all.
And just in case
I want to blush more tomorrow,
I'll remind you what was the final blow.
You told me you could look at me
any way you want.
And it's so true,
I'd be so good for you,
I would've let you have me
right in that moment.
And here's what I'll tell myself tonight
so I don't have a panic attack:
this could be about anybody.
I mean,
I'd never talk about my friends like that.