For some odd reason
this love
is out of season.

I tell myself not to go back
because
in the end you make me loose track.

Your'e like stars and other stuff
you don't get it
this is ruff.

You try to be this poet
when you drink a lot of moet.
Why can't you be honest to me
and
instead say it over a coup of tea?

Hey, you fuck with my brain
all i wanna do is drag you out of my vein
I think my head need specs
Is it really so intruiging with sex?

I open my eyes and understand it's a dream
but
I definitely feel the steam..