Dear, give me some different words
Another speech, another form
To flow throughout my body
While I connect my eyes with yours
It’s an inspiring feeling
A jolt-shock of sugary delight
Nervous and jittery as a virgin school girl
Which is exactly what I am
Forming the altitude and latitude on a basis
Of self destruction
In a desperate and dying attempt to face you in the morning
And look into your eyes
Darting back and forth and fixating on mine
The only thrill in my life anymore
Is knowing that maybe I’m too deep to drown
Or maybe you’ll just drown with me
Could you imagine?
The roaring waves overcoming us
In such a fashion that we smile
And connect
With our eyes again
I can’t stop looking
Afraid I’ll go blind
I’ve never had good eyesight, and
Maybe I’m missing something
And maybe I’m imagining it all
I never really did see that therapist
But I know connection
(AT&T – you are now connected)
When I feel it
I don’t appreciate soul sex
And I know that a wave can drown in itself
