Sucker love is heaven sent.
You pucker up, our passion's spent.
Why is it that my mind cannot seem to get her out of my goddamn head?
It's really driving me over to the edge. For God's sakes, Nick, she's a goddamn Hexenb - wait, she's not.
She's human now.
My heart's a tart, your body's rent.
My body's broken, yours is bent.
Of course she's human. She's human because of me. Because of what I am. Not that I feel bad, anyways. She could really do without that ugly woge. Doesn't really suit a strong, skilful, beautiful, elegant, smart woman like her - woah, WOAH.
What just happened? Jesus Christ, I need help. Being sleep deprived and bored out of your mind makes you crazy, and morphs your mind into thinking about foul, loathsome, evil little, stupid Hexen...humans.
Carve your name into my arm.
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.
I suppose now that's she's human, it doesn't really matter that I think about her, right?
I mean, not that I would want to anyways..
'Cause there's nothing else to do.
Every me and every you.
I can't seem to wrap my mind around whether or not I felt her kiss me back, during the time I took her Hexenbiest powers away from her. I must actually be going bonkers.
The softness of her lips before she bit me were soothing...it was like I had fixed the missing pieces in my life. It felt...almost right. If only she hadn't bit me, we could've gotten into something a little more interesting.
Hm, maybe she's the rough type.
Of course she is. She was a Hexenbiest. Their demeanour practically screams rough.
Another love I would abuse.
No circumstances could excuse.
Closing my eyes don't really help either. All I could see are her wavy gold locks, her lithe frame, and her big blue eyes that were so easy to get lost in.
Stop. Thinking. About. Her.
I needed to think of something else to take my mind off Adalind. Okay, Siegbarstes, Fuchsbaus, Blutbads, Hexenbiests...
Dammit.
In the shape of things to come, too much poison come undone.
...I mean, it wouldn't hurt to call her, would it? Just a harmless, friendly call. What damage could that really do?
Call her up and ask her out for an innocent cup of coffee. No harm done, right?
Why am I even thinking about her? She's probably plotting about a hundred different ways to kill me right now. Would be no different than before, I guess.
Pucker up, for heaven's sake.
There's never been so much at stake.
Right. I've had enough.
I'm gonna call her.
I serve my head up, on a plate.
It's only comfort, calling late.
No, I'm not. I'm just going to get up and go to work, and not think about Adalind Schade all day.
...Or, I'm just going to get up and go to work.
Like the naked leads the blind, I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind.
Maybe I could stop by a therapist's office on the way. I'm pretty sure it's not particularly normal to be thinking about pretty women who've tried to kill my aunt.
...How could I not think about her though? After feeling her ravenous lips on my own. They tasted like she was pouring all her sins into it. It was a taste I would never forget. Even the taste of her blood on my mouth screamed innocence, and beauty, even.
Sucker love, I always find someone to bruise and leave behind.
Okay. What is happening to me? I was fine yesterday, and the day before. I was even perfectly fine on the day I felt her lips on mine. I want to say that Adalind put a spell on me, but maybe it's just my head.
All alone in space and time, there's nothing here, but what's here's mine.
Maybe it's just the fact that I might have fallen hard. Fallen hard for something that's forbidden. Fallen hard for something I can't even have.
Every me and every you.
Every me.
