My soul has been wandering places,
but my body longs to be with you.
My heart wants to run away from you—
'cause you're a deep fall I might slip,
along with my endless desires of us.
And when your dead eyes met mine,
we both sparked in flames,
thirsting for each other like gin and wine.
I wanna make you mine.
Have you been getting familiar to me,
or were you just decent enough
to see a wounded fairy
and aid her with your whims as she laughs?
Make a world with less of you and me
and more of us.