Then went slip the hinge
With a nasty little creak,
And out flowed the bloodlines in streaks
Across the sand beneath my feet.
Can’t tell if it’s a secret or a blackberry.
Even though,
I never touched close to scary.
They both taste sweet to me,
And in between,
There’s only a short distance
to nowheresville.
You’re still king of my hill.
But me and you,
We’ll never get a clue
Cause your momma said, ‘I told you so’
That attractions are wishes,
And the possessive forsake caresses.
My possibilities are a little racy.
Even though,
You know,
I never came close to crazy.
Sorry,
Didn’t mean to scare ya, baby.