Don't tell me those words so true.
Because I accidentally feel them, too.
We can have our fun, little blue.
But I'm not a post that you can lean on soon.
I'll fall from the weight, and so will you.
Have you on my mind all far too often.
It's the body that I want to lay upon and soften.
I want the phone calls and messages that caused the coffin.
But these cause such evil.
Destroy the romantic squeal.
Our touch is wrong.
But I'm addicted to the feel.