the takeover

sloppy reasoning leaves me swaying to your memory
  resting too-heavy on my nimble hands,
  head-hits-wood, rest has come

once upon a time
    this was an after-thought,
        not the crutch that has crippled me,
        to put it down was child's play,
        to walk away, nothing more than amateur night at the Palace

but these days
    oh these days
I don't feel I love you until the numbness hits my eyes,
and I can't accept I love you,
until the tingles vibrate every inch of me,
so pleasingly,
teasingly,
those sweet masked deceptions that keep me a believer


baby, baby

don't

crashing convictions
pierce me to sobriety,
like it or not
you will not be here with me
if the juice does not stay in the bottle,
that magic potion is toxic,
senses fail and I am catatonic to your pain

baby, baby,

I know it's time
please don't give up on me