being mine
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i feel the words you're writing to me
in my gut and my brain and my heart
send more my way, i want you to stay
if you wanted we would never be apart

calm the voices in my head
make me bleed with just your presence
tell me that you're crazy, but it's fine
sleep when i can see your face
this must be how golden tastes
tell me how it feels to be called mine

i feel the glances you're sending me
in my legs and my chest and my heart
linger a moment, break me open
at least try to look the part

calm the nerves that keep me there
you don't breathe, it's so unfair
tell me you're crazy, that it's fine
sleep when i can see your face
this must be how loving tastes
tell me what you think of being mind

i feel the weight you take off of me
nowhere to be seen or hidden
your calming demeanor, my neverending fever
read the stories that were already written

sleep when i can see your face
this must be how longing tastes
tell me: do you want to be called mine?