And I know I'm going to wake up
and think
I could get used to this

And I'm a liquid artist
you know, fluid in any medium
But your love has me frozen in time
caught inside this rhyme
looking for that one mistake in
the rug so my spirit can be

and you're such a tease
I suppose I have to get used to
hanging on a thread
just my own personal rendition
of "I'm on Fire"
So remember don't come too soon
and take me home on your way
because I'm unhinged
When you get honey-tongued
And heaven knows soft spoken lovers
are amplified under the covers


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