material

it's a delightful and light sort of feeling

i get when i hang around you

but also it's frightful and right short of stealing

my heart and the sole...of my shoe

i get short of breath and i say stupid things

which i know that i'll later regret

i'm scared half to death of emotions you bring

they're not shared, and that makes me upset

still it's okay, 'cause i'm made of material

not even YOU can destroy

i know that deep down you're a blood-thirsty serial-

meeter and eater of boys

(c) j r baugher 2004