Still On The Shelves

Maybe I'm half-crazy, or serenely subtle
Maybe I do want you to be "my baby", living in distance is indeed a struggle
I don't know how I made it THIS far without your quizzical approach
In truth, I can't fathom myself solo after this chapter of my life comes to a close
Pain is pleasure, so you must be something upon the lines of hurting excruciatingly
Lusting you in the same way I exhale my smoke circles, are you addicted to me?
Impatiently wanting you in every which way
To the point where those very thoughts corrode into thinking we will be okay
And it feels like fate, you always have me feeling over the weather
At the same time, I'm so lovesick I never feel like I'll get any better
From your lips to the dip where your waist meets your hips
Your stature to spoken word; I never knew a person like you could exist
While I only see in shades, my eyes still fixate
On the momentum your curves portray and the truth in your eyes
Sure, you've got me on a short leash; why would I have to lie?
But be sure to know, if I ever feel betrayed my bark isn't worse than my bite
Fair warning, but you didn't need it
Because I'm somewhere around positive that you could be the women I frequent
And though at times our attraction may feel misleading, I'm easy to please
It's evident every time we communicate with how you knock me to my knees
You're like a disease I only want to harbor in greed
Never let you go to infect some other hosts, letting my eyes go green with that envy
The type of song I put on repeat, and listen to until the sun sets on you perfect
But the only thing is... you're the one love song I've yet to see myself purchase