And I Fall Every Time

Sunday

I wanna take cheap looking pictures

Of you in the bedroom
With the smoke in your eyes
Run your fingers through your hair
You could be my muse

Put a tape on
Let your shirt fall down to the floor
The sun coming in
Drawing lines on your skin
Let’s explore 

It's A Game

The Matter

Is it strange to worry so?
To care so much
Wanna stay but I should go
And stay way out of touch

Trapped inside
My own damn mind
It’s time to overanalyse

I’m upset cause I’m confused
And I’m not sure
Not attacked, not accused
But this is so damn obscure

Just confess
You’re not impressed
But you keep coming back for more