Make a house call, pay the bills
catch my love with jeans and pills
spread me across your bed
light the candles, you’re so well-read.
i’ll be hoping for fate
to kill all my hate
to stop this torment of life
leave me on a swing with no sharp knife.
I could kiss you to death
take all the day’s breath
with one touch of my hand
on your skin in my land.
I can make up rhymes for you
twist in any position you want me to
I can break my soul for you
pack up my day and bend it true.
It matters not what others can’t do
it matters most that you pull through
and make it all collide
so all day i could be in your arms and hide.