i'm better for the lover you know i am, devoted and professedly a man, free despite what i can't do because my shadow always can. back home and so refined sipping a glass of dad's white wine - something which i never do, i take my clothes off, they smell of you. i'm breathing hard, from my bike? or from the ground-floor lightning strike which stole my breath and stole my heart and took me captive from the start, making me feel dirty or me feel wrong and making me see love in every song, and my wired-up mind feel tantalised by the questions sparking in your eyes
