I'm saving my strength cause you're gonna come home tonight. Why should I fight this force that compels me to make your lap a snack and your skin my religion? I hear ringing in my ears, blood beating through my veins. I'm having a tantrum. My id is f*cking screaming. "Oh no!" We got ourselves in a tangle like two strings braiding into rope. "Oh no!" Exposing ourselves to the elements, for a second I was numb until my sense awoke. Her lips! Hair! Eyes! Smell! Her clothes! Voice! Breath! Nails! Please eat the mints off your pillow. Lay down while I play for you a guitar solo. Hands need to touch you. Hands will help us make love.