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hey you should know this,
how the truth is always kind of evident
i want your evidence
in the blackness of a private conversation
i want to play the villain
and smear a hundred curses across this vanilla language
i want to see the point where you say fuck it

lisping lips and quick shifts from your bouncing hips and midnight eyes,
i want to teach you a lesson, but you're the one who's teaching me this time.
the make-shift mind of mine takes time to adjust
am i lost in your allegory--this is a parabola of lust

i would trade in this youthful sin to bite your lip instead
in spite of all the maybe write things i thought you said
and i may have got it wrong, lord please be my witness
cuz the first time we met eyes i went on to our marriage.

it would have been better if i just stared at your breasts
a gentlemen would have at least got to know you, but i lost my breath.
Every time i look into your eyes i'm sucked into its pupil
i can't remember the color of them and i don't know if i'd care to
it's that shiver up the spine kind of sublime that i can't dismiss,
and every time you give me that look it makes me think god damnit.

God dammit like i'm not sure if you're messing with me
and if my heart would slow down maybe i'd breathe
and god dammit it's like this must all be for show
but it's like i can't help but look, and never seem to know
God dammit like i just want an end to this dream
where i think you ever know, what it is i mean.