I was scarred
By noncompliant shooting stars
Then you came down the hall
A couple more then through my door
You talked about the opposite
Of what I wanted honest shit
In the end you grabbed my wrist
You showed me what to do with it
You showed me what to do with it
We stumbled down a daisy street
I wondered how the others would see us
We opened up to several shoes
Socked feet living loose
In the entrance huddled then
We spent the night and puttered round
Took in sights and awkward silence
You showed me what to do with it
You showed me what to do with it
I don't want to be with you
In idle time or in the mood
I don't want to be with you
In waterfalls or licking dew
I'm so sorry