you don't make my heart flutter,
but there is a thrill i feel
when i'm with you.
it's full throttle,
racing down the roads,
from all those scenes i ever abhored,
and we'll crash, i'm afraid,
and crash into your lips i can,
but like i said,
i'm afraid what'll happen.
i touched your hand today
and realised
you are nothing like the guys i admire.
my gentleman is a man from my dreams
while you are someone lost in your scenes,
there is none more important than you
and here i'm asking myself
what do we now do?
do i kiss you?
do you touch me?
what is happening here?
but i'm afraid
i don't want to and i will,
just another drug i don't want but will,
it'll be you instead of all the alcohol and pills,
and possibly a lifetime of regret and bills.
i'm spending on you,
why the f--k mare you testing me?
how dare you test me, my ungentlemanly.
i need to stop entertaining this.
i am not going to entertain this.
i just want to crash into your lips
so that it'll be moments of bliss
as i'll forget everything.
