this is my boarding pass to nowhere

read my lips when they tell you they want to touch yours, above and below. you frustrate me in so many ways, you set yourself apart so well by getting near me and telling me about yourself. there are no secrets involved but the distance between you and me feels like a close-casket romance that is shared only by the dead, a river of corpses floating in the middle of the atlantic, we're transatlantic that way. let's get straight to the point and burn those dead bodies until they feel alive, let's go straight to business, away from euphemism, away from the mania and away from manila. you're all that i've ever hated which makes me want to chase you, which makes you a butterfly. i hate you the same way i like skating against cars. the chase is useless but it's worth the sweat because you know you're fighting for the primal, most basic instincts of human nature. you fight for sense. so be sensual and sense me now.