She's up all night to have fun

'Don't stop, come a little closer

As we jam, the rhythm gets stronger' 

Am I in over my head yet?

Look but don’t touch, touch but don’t taste, taste but don’t swallow.

You’re always on. Whirring through my fingers but too fast for me to catch.

If this was a video game you’re 5 levels ahead and down to your last life. Me, I’m lost and don’t want to be found, my lives backed by a history of playing safe.

I like hanging out with you. You smell like a God and your veins are laced with stories and you got me hooked onto the Smashing Pumpkins and Daft Punk and in a strange twist of fate, you’re addictive.

Rule #1; you never layer the hole in your soul with cellophane. You create your own concoction of self love and talent and shit until you can crackle cellophane with two fingers.

You are slippery. But you’ve crawled up the slippery slope with battle scars you won’t talk about. And with gravity against you, it’s only fair that I gift you my mouth.

Rule #2; if it’s not going to a big place, don’t take it seriously. If you don't take it seriously, you never get hurt. If you never get hurt, you always have fun. “I’m just fuckin’ with you’, you say, one diss away from a slap. When you’re not in front of me, I’m not going to squirm thinking about you.

Charming boy don't wander, stay here, you're safe here. It makes me want to inhale your exhale so you can fill me up with lies from a lifetime ago. You're dancing with the devil and dying to breathe.

I will never get close to your skin because you will always hoard your sin away from me.

Rule #3; you win.