stuck between the feeling of me and you

running low on prescriptions of how to keep you out of my head. but instead i'm just getting addicted to the feeling of you.
loving how the taste of your name just rolls off. shining that smile that just gets too far in.
remember how i touched your hand and (we) didn't pull away?
close my eyes, wish on thighs and lies.
bat those eyes that get everyone wet. (this only makes sense to me and my left hand)
suicide thoughts with matching kisses on arms and legs::::::scrambling for matches to light the flames====the fame
7 minutes in heaven is better than 4 minutes in heaven. take what you can and leave with what you can take.
i can only stay sick in the head for so long until they find a cure.