I really don't know quite what I should do.
I find a golden strand upon my chair.
(I must love another better than you.)
A remnant of the fire, like a clue.
Vague thoughts of how my hand felt in your hair.
I really don't know quite what I should do.
One taste of your sweet juices, then I flew.
My arms go round your neck, but I kiss air.
(I must love another better than you.)
When I close my eyes I only see pale blue.
We rip and tear each other, rip and tear.
I really don't know quite what I should do.
I think my ragged jeans attract your shoe.
Your profound words, like daggers, split my ear.
(I must love another better than you.)
You gazed at me as if somehow you knew.
I want to tear the moonlight from your hair.
I really don't know quite what I should do.
(I must love another better than you.)
