Teach me a lesson then look slightly away. Call me mildly toxic and then ask if I’m okay. I’ll say still in spite of this, your affection could be sweet but would you even tell me if I had spinach in my teeth?
And oh I’d like to be, oh I’d like to be an unconscious cantation of the Jesus prayer, a constant recitation; beautifully unaware.
You’re on the ball of my neck revolving, quick with the riddle you’ve been solving. So stay my legs or watch them shake just be mindful of the smiles you fake, the smiles you fake.
And oh I’d like to be, oh I ‘d like to be catching startled babies off of ledges as they fall, with you there right beside me cheering me on, cheering me on. Woo-hoo! Woo-hoo!