There’s a set of rickety stairs
In between my heart and my head
and there ain’t much that ever bothers going up them.
Here we go at it again.
And once it’s started it’s so tricky to stop
suddenly reminded of things I thought I’d forgot
You’ve got me loosening up my grip on the plot.
And It feels like
your entrance just caused the temperature to rise.
You’d got a look in your eyes
as you snuck in the side.
And the place I thought I was at 
hasn’t yet invited me back.
The trouble with the chase is it’s so easy
to crash.
Why colour in the lines if you’re just painting
it black?
I thought they were kisses but apparently
not
do you end all your messages with an ‘X marks the spot’?
Just let me know when you want your socks
knocking off.
And It feels like
your entrance just caused the temperature to rise.
You’d got a look in your eyes as you snuck
in the side.
Guess there’s nothing like the element
of surprise