Trouble

You didn't take my heart
I gave it
You're evidence of my bad luck
Sometimes I want to run you over with a truck

You got ahold of my heart
And you treated it like a cigarette under your shoe
You kiss is dangerous to me
Because I want it
And I want you
And you are trouble

My moma said, "Stay outta trouble!"
But I am in it
And I want you in me
But you are bad for me

All I want is your mouth on my mouth
to taste you from the inside out
I am a drunk
Walking off cliffs
Falling for you

All I want is your calloused hand
Touching my soft hand
Like a forest ranger wandered into the wrong forest
Who takes one in the knee for wheat he knows
I collapse

All I want is your rough face on the small of my back
...your teeth scraping my shoulder
I am like a clean crack addict
On a relapse
I fiend for you

You're promises are like a refugee's distended belly,
Bloated and empty
You're words are sweet and digestible on the tongue
Like cotton candy...
Ou are mostly air

You reek of dirty sweat and smoke
And all I want is one bottle of your scent to feed me
When you are not around