stop being so fun.
oh I beg you a lot.
out of the things I enjoy in my being
you're the one that I want.
yes, I beg you, I plead.
I'm too baffled by charms
of the words that you say every time
me around.
maybe that's not so clear,
through the blurry blue glass,
but the truth is outlined on your jaw
when you're speaking it fast.
and wherever my feet
tend to make its next step on
I can glance on your heart shining through fur and leather.
stop being so good
or I'd have to explode
with the burden of life-longing fear
terrorizing my world.
all assumptions were mess,
all the hopes that now last.
I'm enchanted by feeling your breath
through the blurry blue glass
blurry blue glass
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