i snort at your answer
and that hint of paranoia that would obliviously be in it.

yes, yes we're fully clothed,
but what would be the problem if we weren't?

your logic wil always be just that...
YOUR logic.
but knowing exactly where it will lead us, remains to be the trick.

i've come to appreciate how different we are.
i will always have to stop you from driving yourself nuts,
which you so easily are.

you want to seem spontaneous but the lack of planning frazzles your head.
let one fucking thing not go your way and see the fire i have to put to an end.

i could never have taken your hand and said "just run away with me."
god knows i tried
and god knows you lied
to yourself, thinking you were capable of such things.

though something about us makes me think of a love story
but i'll never tell you
it's just not the kind of words we used to use.
and after so long, sometimes even the way i touch you gets misconstrued.

but your hand in my hair sends a chill down my spine.
not the sinister kind,
but rather like when something feels too nice.
like letting go of the piss you've been holding for a while.
christ...
or the shiver you get just before you're about to...
you know what? never-mind.

reality is a bitch you seem to consider more than me.
we'll just have to be what the other needs when it's most necessary.
i know i said it first, "this isn't love."
but sometimes i need you to just remind me.