I’m so god damn in love with you,
and its got me shoving bolts through my limbs just to
keep myself together.
I can’t think of another place I’d rather be then sending
shocks through your system,
but I won’t let this be chords in water
we’ve got too many nights left,
to discover the idea of,
I will send you postcards with
parts of me
for parts of you,
waiting to be electrocuted,
flickering light bulbs and empty sockets
If this keeps going.
I’ll love you till the sun explodes,
and even then,
you’ve got me wired.