When you think of me
do you picture some wacko
obsessed with talking to you
and knowing that you're safe?
When you see me
does your body burn
with the passion and desire
from looking into my eyes?
When you talk to me
are your words tripping
off of your lips
stumbling meaning everywhere?
When you're in the same room as me
can you look into my eyes
open your mouth
and tell me how I'm supposed to feel? |