Shirts lifting showing me the lines down to your thighs,
lower yourself down and lemme see those eyes,
just know i am nothing like your past guys,
i actually wipe tears from those blue cries,
yet if i don't hurry back you might expect,
so tell me your past so i can dissect,
feel like i live in a world of tiny insects,
and rumor sects and faulty checks,
you are the only real known left here,
damn you went from the neck to the ear,
whispered the words i was waiting to hear,
all hail the heartbreaker defeating my fear,
had the feeling that you'd make me change my ways,
i went out in a giant smokey blaze,
had the feelings you'd make me count down the days,
when i deposit myself in Massachusetts Chase.