Cruel Games

Catch your lip with your teeth,
Think I can't see from beneath,
That cut that frames those eyes those lips,
God,
Always takes a stab and rips.
Yeah, ha,
Tease a laugh and smile,
I know you know,
It drives me wild.

All the fixings for the right dish,
You just can't help but switch,
Off and on,
Kashke vaghan boodi noe jadide Iran.



Wait,
Is it bad that I just admitted that?
Don't let the truth be hard to look at.
Trust me,
It really is a good thing.

That love of your life that can't materialize,
But can be.

I need it,

(Happy I said it out loud? You twisted mother f***er.)

That pulse keeps me alive.

The thrill you give,

That life-threatening high.

This isn't a story about the physical,
Knew I could twist your minds,
In and out from behind,
Bring you around to the front,
Let you know its a story about love,
That can't quite completely bind,
We never tick on the same time.

Just wanted you to hear how around,
To your wants,
You wrapped me and bound.



So wait,
One last time,
Let me indulge in this inconclusive bind,
I was never one able to deny life's highs...

Go ahead...

Catch your lip with your teeth.

Think I can't see from beneath,
That cut that frames those eyes those lips.

God.

Always takes a stab and rips.

Yeah,
Ha,
Tease a laugh and smile.

I know you know,
It drives me wild.