I'll say it's not surprising.

You're sweet talking, mesmerizing, juicy and appetizing.

True.

But will I need to get over you?

Feels like my sun is rising.

Tick, tick, tick, synchronizing, readjusting, organizing me.

Is this fiction reality?



Bless the uncompromising

with no shame for advertising

when my needs go through downsizing

I need someone to pick up my beat.



My dreams need realizing.

Candles on sugar icing.

Judgment and harmonizing,

or it'll end up like before.



Don't, don't, don't mess my hair, if all you do is fake it.

Don't, don't, don't say you care, cos I could never shake it.

Don't, don't, don't mess with me.

Don't, don't, don't mess with me.