Friday, April 13, 2007

Hearts Beaten, Faster, Faster

It's about time I chimed in with a "no one cares anymore"
As if there wasn't enough depressing junk in the world
Before I decided to write this poem

When I wake up every morning
I have no idea who I'll find in the passenger seat
With her arm around me
But the biggest thrill of the chase is whispering in your ear
And feeling your heart race faster
Faster

And touching your shoulder, your arm, your hand
No, I think the biggest thrill in this chase is
Most probably the part where I blow your mind
Because you've never been this close to anyone in public before
And I can't stand to not make you sweat
It's such a joy to know I'm the one making your heart beat
So fast
So fast

Let's try this again
I move from your shoulder to your hand
Back up your arm, and up to your face
And let's not have a slap this time
You know you want me, what's behind those stained-glass windows
In my eyes
So don't try to hide it from this untestable boy
You hard-living girl

My least favorite kill in this chase
Was the part where I went into shock
And you left me with my brain shutting down
But when you crawl into your cold bed five minutes after midnight
I know the sound of my breath as I stand in your closet is the thing
That's making your heart beat faster
Oh so faster

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Been listening to a lot of P!atD, have we?

Walter said...

Yes. I've tried to avoid too much outright plagiarism though.