The pursuit of something sweet
The pursuit of something good for me
Seems to lead me down the road
Of things that aren't at all exciting
Am I doomed to be, adrenaline junky?
Walk the tightrope from the Believe It or Not books
Cause I only feel safe, when we're not speaking
And you're just holding me so close

With just a hint of malice
If not all-around indifference
I'm the moon and you're a non-believer
In the body that just orbits you
And the impact that it has on you
Confide to tides and othеr simple science
I want you to crash into mе like a shitty doomsday movie
I want to be reduced to a crater