If i tickle your lungs with laughter, you tell me to stop,
a dream or a broken bone, dislocate and feel a pop,
when i got you smiling in your sleep, you tell me to stop,
an argument was an event neither of us intended to ever drop,
when you want to punch my cameras face, you tell me to stop,
you used my emotions more than enough to be classified a knob,
when i embarrass you on film, you tell me to stop,
if breaking hearts were a career you would perfectly do that job,
when you tell me we should break it again, don't ever tell me to stop,
when i let you in my soul ,who knew you would decide to rob,
when you dance during New Years, eventually you tell me to stop,
clean up on aisle me, grab a broom and a mop,
when i fight inner demons, you tell me to stop,
if i tickle your lungs with laughter, you tell me to stop.