Plaid
I want your perfect face close to mine and I want your
Love
Your brown eyes have
Tattooed themselves to
The front and back of my mind
I want to want you
I want to miss you
I want to need you
But I'm not supposed to
To hold you
To squeeze you
I want you
To please you
I love you
I need you too
But I'm not supposed to
To have your perfect face close to mine has been a nightly dream
Your brown eyes have twisted my senses
What is fake? What is real?
I want to read you
I want to breathe you
I want to need you
But I'm not supposed to
It breaks me
I can't breathe
But I won't be set free
Until I can breathe you into me
To be so intimate
But still so dissident
I'm not supposed to but I want to drink in all of you
So I take this cup of mine
And fill it up with wine
The wine that's made of you that gets me drunk and faded too
I sit inside of you
In the idea of you
And smile hysterically cause this is where I wanna be
I wanna be with you
I wanna worship you too
But I'm not supposed to
It breaks me
I can't breathe
But I won't be set free
Until I can breathe you into me
To hold you
To squeeze you
I want you
To please you
I love you
I need you too
But I'm not supposed to
Writer/s: Second Street Bridge
