I want to taste your neck, but the smell of your sweat sends a wave down Over my head now, and I can't relax And my heart gets a chill, like you're cooling me down But all this pressure is building a fracture I don't sleep so sound So I will cut my hair to the way that you like And probably scratch my scalp about a thousand times Or maybe wear a hat for the rest of my life Or at least until it grows into a style I think I'd like That'd be just fine Yeah that'd be just fine I want to taste relief, but the scent on the breeze is so sickly Like lavender and honey As if you know me I will take my time, a ship in a bottle It's a tough act to follow, but a harder pill to swallow But I don't want to choke No, I don't want to choke I can't control you But you can't console me So I bound all the pages and burnt the books The bricks caved in; the gold was meant for fools Heard whispers in the walls, don't believe in ghosts Just the lingering things I can't control