Some Catch Flies

When he stares, it's like he's splitting hairs...

I'm a wreck when he's here,

I swear...

Fill a glass up with shiny tacks...

I'm feeling sharp...

I am numb...

When he drools, it's like he's spitting jewels...

I'm alone when he's here,

I am... What a dumb-ass thing to say... plus

I'm not ashamed...

Nobody's here...

I am clean...

He's my gold...

Tangle till we're old, he's my distraction, and how...

Simple gold, and no one has to know...

It's hectic as hell...

I play dumb...

A sideways look, a lighter in the dark...

You make it good, you do...

Some catch flies, some kill them till they die...

I just stare...

I do love you