Stop looking good. You are bothering my heart.
You’re mysteriously sweet, just like my favorite tart.
Putting meanings to all of your presence and sacrifice,
I’m chaos and everything yet why are you still playing nice?
Offering myself makes me feel like a hoe.
I calm myself thinking it’s just a payback boo.
Keeps denying the very truth that I know,
I’m damn close in falling for you.
For all of the others: stop teasing.
You are all pushing me to the edge – freefalling.
Off the cliff where no one’s gonna be there catching
Or the least of even watch me falling.
All I wanna do in your life is window shopping.
I don’t wish to take a single thing,
I just want to observe you and everything.
Unless you want me to steal your heart from the beginning.