Everything i do
brings me thoughts of you
and oh how i want you
and oh how i want you right now
to
touch me
to
kiss me
to
f-u-c-k me
and oh how I like you
and would love to like to love you
you and me will lick our skins
til our tongues no longer
recognize the taste of food
but my imagination
runs far from the truth
its bad enough I'm lame
when the closest thing we've come
is knowing our first names
but I gotta have faith
believing in my fate
even if two years
is a long time to pretend
