Hey, Ms. Green Peas
Won't you scowl for me?
Show me some teeth
There's time yet to sink 'em in too deep
Suspend
The end
Again
Where have you been?
Under my skin
Imprint
Your scent
Relent
Before I get it through my head
What I've known all along:
I built you up as an object of longing
It won't last, but in the interim I'll be content
To harness that fleeting sense
That mania that hints "maybe this is it"
If I can't overcome my dread
Then I'll fake it instead
Call you up, start the cycle all over again