Over and under, I’ll dissolve and use charm as my cover.
Left over right, walk a careful line
between you and the outside.
There is confidenceand delusion.
I reside between that confusion.
It’s a misstep down a black hole.
It’s a long way down and a mouthful. 
So [bad word] 
and [bad word] one.
Over and under we learn to grow and we learn to recover.
Over and out, I’ll play the card that holds me in less doubt.
There’s promiscuity and devotion.
Only one fulfills anemotion.
It’s a big step to end a yearning.
It’s accepting love but I’m learning 
to [bad word] 
and [bad word] one. 
I’ll find my way and follow through and maybe there I’ll meet you.