Bewitched

Boy, lately I've been too good at concealing untruth.
Tried to avoid the sharpest corners you showed off to make the news,
as if I don't need you every second.
You're my centerfold, you're so bored, keep this swing set sway.
And if you care, I'm gonna get away.

You might think I'm still bewitched
by the way that you glitch.
You expect me to make you gleaming.
And when I make you stop,
asking you, if it's love.
You will say you don't know this feeling.
Don't be attached to the wording,
don't hide me in these folders ,when I try to steal your precious time.
Look into my eyes:
I'm the best thing, the best thing you'd call mine.

Little boy, I see you drifting your heart away.
Made my smartest moves to catch that simper on your face.
You hate me when I'm spot-on clever.
I'm sleeping all the night,
cured my mind,
so we could walk down this street.
I love your paradox,
but I need certainty.

Blinded by the city lights
you look at from your closet.
And someone ran into my gates, I almost killed your roses.
And I cry all night,
so you could try to get me high,
but all you do is go around to drive.
Go back down to your room,
cause what is yours is mine!

You might think I'm still bewitched
by the way that you hitched,
when I gave you my hand last summer.
Now when you pull me close
wonder if someone knows,
if there's spark's flying or some newcomer.
It's time to stop all these haunting, if he loves then he's wanting and if he don't - he's the last left this time.
Look into my eyes:
I'm the one thing, the one thing you'd call mine.