An Attept To Think About You

Modestly silencing the treasure beneath the elastic palisade

Your body recites a suspicious confidence

That pushes me away

We're making love like it's a sport

And you're winning

Well, the thing is that for me

It's the foreplay that makes me tick

Because standing at the top of a mountain

Leaves me nothing to look forward to

I just have to retrace my steps,

And at the bottom of the hill you've already left

Now i'm reaching for anyone

Because I miss being in love