Feeling after Midnight

A friendly wager

I have this theory
That when I'm at your disposal
You go lax on all your tricks
Your charade begins to slip

Then as soon as I take a step back
I step on your toes
Because you chased after so fast
Trying to make the dopamine last

"Love isn't some toxic form of highs and lows"
But that's what you've made it
Like an addict, you crave it

You want my walls down until you see what's behind them
Then you nail them right back up without even realizing it.

So let me step back inside my house of protection for a moment

And I'll make a bet that you come desperately knocking at my door.