im lovesick, baby
fear makes me brave but love makes me stupid
and I'm drunk from daydreaming about licking the alcohol from your gums.
this time, i know my worth and i know I've paid the backseat price for you in the past;
but now i want front row.
the real thing; big picture, full screen.
i want to feel you in the heavy suburban nights;
sweat clinging to your shirt and i want to fist my hands in your damp hair.
i want to dance wildly and grin with all of my teeth (can you teach me?)
in the backseat of your car.
i want my hand on your hip
and a night in cool darkness, feeling your slow breaths.
but i know that when i love, i fall apart,
and like I've said before: i will not be your fool
(please look at me the way i look at you)
i will not be your fool
(i love you)
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