You talk to me
Like I'm a fool
Don't know how to pleasure you
And you always seem
To choke on your words
When I'm choking you
I raise my glass
To dignify my pursuit of you
And you gently kiss me
While caressing a long goodbye
For the farewell that ensues
If I fall asleep, I wanna sleep
If my mouth runs dry, you know it's dry from talking to you
I don't know why, you're my pale and constant moon
And I plagiarise Shakespeare, cause he plagiarised you too
I'm a stupid insomniac
Who needs your white lies
To drown my ugly dream
But need is such a strong word
It's more like a preference
Yet when it's gone it cripples me
If I fall asleep, I wanna sleep
If my mouth runs dry, it's dry from talking to you
You're my inanimate light, you're my pale and constant moon
And I plagiarise Shakespeare, cause he plagiarised you too
(Come on)
If I grab some crayons and write my poem down,
Will you grab some scissors and cut it all out?