The Surrealist

Well It's a little unfair For you to say you want this It's a little unfair It seems like you don't Claiming you're not ready When you're asked about this Feeding me false hopes To keep me on the back burner But these thoughts of you Keep my head spinning Craving your affection Makes me toss and turn But once left In silence The growl of our hunger grows Once time Brings us closer We'll get to give this thing another go The gentle thumps Of your beating heart Soft whimpering Makes me fall apart The ways you bend An abstract work of art The scent of skin still lingers in the dark The gentle thumps Of your beating heart Soft whimpering Makes me fall apart The ways you bend An abstract work of art The scent of skin still lingers in the dark Is this my last chance With you There's so much of you left to know And all I Need to Is feel like there's a shred of hope Is this my last chance My last chance Is this my last chance There's so much of you left to know It's a little unfair When you say you want this It's a little unfair Cause I know you don't But with him nearby Bide this distance And the bags you clench Refusing to let them go But it's not my business To tell you how to live It's just a little unfair For you to leave me hanging so But once you You come back I can't imagine trying to take it slow I long for The chance to Relearn the parts of you I used to know The gentle thumps Of your beating heart Soft whimpering Makes me fall apart The ways you bend An abstract work of art The scent of skin still lingers in the dark The gentle thumps Of your beating heart Soft whimpering Makes me fall apart The ways you bend An abstract work of art The scent of skin still lingers in the dark