The way I am around you makes me slowly go insane
I'm not a lust diagnostician, at least that's not how it seems
And I could spend a solid decade trying to make you happy
But I'll just fall into the circles as your pupils point at me
I am extremely esoteric, or I'm more like a big nerd
Caught up pretending I can woo you
Just by using some big words
You're like a porcelain Doric column, but if columns were curvy
And it's the swivel of your hips that has the gall to unnerve me
And I won't be trying any harder than this
I won't be dying any harder than this
I'm sure the point I must be making makes me Machiavellian
If it appears that I'm babbling then go on and tell me
Because I think my biggest fear lies in the fear that I've lost you
And I feel like an adolescent wearing an adult costume
There's something gorgeous although somber
In the curl of your lips and when they're in my field of vision
It's like I'm drowning in quicksand
And the myriad straws at which I grasp are making me blow it
You'd probably tell me to calm down and don't I fucking know it
I see your hand and raise you nothing
And everyone gets on my case
They tell me I could turn in something
But even if I did, I don't have have a decent poker face
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