Get off

What is love to you, my love?

The reddening of your rims,

and the way your eyes want to close,

or break and burn,

When you say

" You know I love you, don't you?"

And quickly, walking without touching,

I want to run,

you start explaining.

I was blind.

What, just last night?

Then she walks by.

Hello, you say hello twice.

Thank god that the weather's nice.

Have her darling, fuck the world,

We all want to get off

On something

Lost.