i've touched a flame,
he's burning me up even when not around.
i don't understand what's going on.
i'm again going places
where those boys' and their expensive cars
their mercedes and audis won't take me.
he tells me archie could be archit too,
and i immediately know:
he's changed the meanings of all the songs i know,
growing to be the travis of my story,
with no awareness of what is in store.
you see my deep brown eyes speak to you
but you're afraid to read.
i see the scratches on your face
and wonder if there's anyone who wants to touch you
the way i want to.
you said you'd not let anyone
you adhere to coccepts of exclusivity
and there's something charmingly sexy about it.
