lessthanStable

halfway home smells like honey and irony,
i could turn around and be farther than i started
but i could never remember where i'd come from
[except your skin, your skin, your skin]

please keep up, i cannot lie
you are a natural wonder and like a tourist
i would travel milesandmilesandmiles
to see the phenomenon your existence creates
[how could you know what an experience you've become?]

i may have a problem dear,
i simply cannot stop breathing your air--
proximity is a lightheaded drug to which i'm sadly addicted
and i haven't the heart to tell you
[don't be concerned, because i love you still]

touch is better than ecstasy,
touchisecstasy.