I peel away from the thought of your existence
This was not my forte
Speaking to you seemed futile
My words tended to stumble
But not my internal speech
You had my weak trust spun around you like a roll of yarn
I kept it that way to the advantage to us both
Pulling the string wasn't my last resort
I could think of many things that you've used more than I can count
My body
My trust
My heart
My lips
The hands of the person on which you hold
Realizes you are not to run away from
You're everyones perfect dream
Mine?
Well we'll see
Won't we?
