Tag: clingy

Be Infatuated (W.I.P)

My common sense is running on its reserves
And my sense of logic has fallen prey to hypothesis
Gleaming duo’s and content herds that gladly tickle the gland
Inn my head that duplicates envy at an alarming rate
Madam I couldn’t explain how I’m currently standing on my two feet
I’m flat out of assurance, every drop spent i’m all empty now

I have no right, but if I can ask for a favour?
Be Greedy, Be Demanding, Be Infatuated

I’m gagging for a carefully constructed sentence or two
Thrown my way out of the Cerulean after a period of radio silence
You can excaudate and inflate a fleeting thrill
Turn compliments into a 4 paragraph analysis
Just a little something to make me feel whole
Give me a delusion that I’m necessary to you again

I have no right, but if I can ask for a favour?
Be Needy, Be Clingy, Be Infatuated

I can’t help but fantasize about you laying spread upon your spread
Staring at the ceiling with your legs crossed
Craving the chance to get into my head at the best
Craving me to stop the eruption at the worst
I’m not a fussy man, I’ll take any request you demand of me
Anything to know you were thinking of me, voluntarily

I have no right, but if I can ask for a favour?
Be hungry, Be starved, Be Infatuated

A STRANGE BREED (W.I.P)

It’s a work in progress, may tart it up later on if inspiration allows it

Oh no honey your mistaken 
It’s not that i’m executing a strategy 
That’s all graced their ears before 
It’s that i’ve allready become this excited 
About the prospecting of you
Becoming a factor in my life, at the least 

I’ve never felt this happy in a long time 
Oh darn I should’ve bit my tounge 

I’ve become a victim once again 
Of the Stanford marshmallow experiment 
I know if i waited untill saturday night to kiss you 
I would’ve gotten many more in return 
But honey when you’ve been offered the whole cake 
I couldn’t just pick of the iceing 
and leave it at that 

I’ll spend an evening immortalizing you into verse 
But it’s getting past 3 and i’m still on your eyes 
Oh crap I should’ve kept my trap closed 

I don’t know what they could possibly expect from me? 
My track record is a complete joke 
They should know if they put the pistol in my hands 
I can’t help but close my eyes, aim, and go all out 
I’d love to put on the theatrical mask 
and role play it so cool with you 
But i’ve been labeled with fautly genetic you see? 
I can’t help but be completely honest with you 

I’ll let you into secrets only a therapist should know 
Oh fuck I need to keep my mouth shut

I never wanted to scare you away, 
But I guess i’m just a freak like that