Stop doing this to me;
There’s not much I can do
When faced with hooded dark eyes.

Resolve is a funny thing;
It leaves when you need it the most.

Give me up;
I’m not worth the interest,
Especially not from someone
Who can easily find it elsewhere.

Stop looking at me like that,
Talking like that,
Biting your lip like that;
It doesn’t help me,
Or do me any good.

There’s an eternity of possibility
Hidden in that whisper of yours,
But all I see
Is the one where you get bored of me.

So take your hooded eyes,
Your voice that sounds like
The next best thing
And your lips that pout naturally,
And let me live out the possibilities in my head
Where they never really fail.