Well do you or don't you want me to make you?If you find her in the sunlight, the tiny dust motes floating in the air while she bites her sterling bobby pins open and twists her hair up into a ballerina bun, she won't see you. The sleeves of her sweater are long, getting in the way, constantly pushed up over bony elbows. She pushes them up again and adds one more pin to keep the bun from falling out while she paints. And you watch her.
I'm coming down fast but don't let me break you
While she sings.
While she thinks.
Well do you or don't you want me to love you?
I'm coming down fast but I'm miles above you