I'm not the kind of fool who's going to sit and sing to you, about stars girl
I heard some creaking on the stairs.
But last night I looked up into the dark half of the blue, and they gone backwards.
I heard breathing outside my door as I started the next set of chords.
Something in your magnetism must have pissed them off, forcing them to get an early night.
A tiny thump against my door as someone leant on it.
I have been searching from the bottom to the top, for such a sight,
A knock on the door.
As the one I caught when I saw your fingers dimming the lights, like you're used to being told that you're trouble.
The door opened and shut, and I drew in a deep breath.
And I spent all of my life, stuck on a puzzle.
I feel his arms around me, holding me close, and his warm breath at my ear.
"I'm sorry, don't stop."
Nobody I asked knew how we came to be the one whom, you surrendered, but who wasn't led away into the other room, stood pretending.
His lips brushed down my neck, but I continued, though my voice was higher.
Something in your magnetism hadn't just made them drop, whoever's hand that he was holding
He kissed behind my ear, my hands were getting shaky, and my fingers pressed dud notes, but I continued, just wanting to stay in this moment a little longer.
I have been searching from the bottom to the top for such a sign as the one I caught when I saw your fingers dimming the lights, like you're used to being told that your trouble, and I spent all of my life stuck on a puzzle
He was pulling the jacket from my back, hesitantly, but I nodded, I wanted this, I wanted him, all of him.
I tried to swim to the side, but my feet got caught in the middle. And I thought I'd see in the light, but oh no, I was just stuck on the puzzle, stuck on the puzzle.
I turned to him, my eyes wide, his dilated, we paused, and I pulled him down on the stool, next to me.
"Like you're used to being told that your trouble," I whispered. He kissed me. I kissed him.