Your footsteps are Pavlov's bell

Your touch makes me young

I should need to look no further

But I do



You satisfy my ego

But still I'm pathologically restless

I hopelessly wander away from you



I know in my heart I should want no one else

But I do

I know in my heart I should want no one else

But I do



I hear your words in their idle chatter

I smell you on me over their perfume

I think of you when I'm with them

I'm so ashamed



But my heart is a liar

It betrays and confuses me

When I'm disabled by sorrow

It's to blame



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