Most of what I write
has just been an attempt
to say something clever enough
to make you fall for me
but sooner or later I hope I realize
I'll never find those words
I can't push you off this cliff
you have to fall on your own
and I've been trippin over the edge all along
tryin to catch your feet on my way down
and even when I climb back up
I get lost in you and lose my footing
such a sick circle
like I'm addicted to the lurch in my stomach and the pain
when I know I'm the only one cut open and bleeding
now I don't know what love is,
but I know that your eyes unzip
the jacket round my heart
getting all warm and fuzzy
finally breaking free from the winter
coming in to sit down in this comfy conversation you offer
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