betray me, tongue
(12.9.22)

my tongue is a traitor, it spills without saying
my waiting is a weapon you stay underestimating
my act is apt; it's only a matter of time
till i break loose and you get tired of mine

your stare is sick, and it makes me weak
as does walking with you and hearing you speak
dream of me and i am yours to keep
i want nothing more than to steal your sleep