I've got a secret, I don't want to be the keeper of it.
I feel it leaking through the cracks and seeping to the surface.

I just can't help this feeling.
It sends itself through my veins, up my arms and down my legs.
Better than any drug that I could take.
Though love is a drug in itself, I remind myself I really should know better than this by now, but every time you come around I forget all about the things I'd figured out.

I just can't fight this feeling.

Oh, I want you all to myself.
I want you, but it's too soon to tell.

So we will play this by ear, I will sit right here in the passenger's seat; girl go ahead take the wheel. But before we go, I just think you should know: I'll do all the things your ex or your next never did nor will. Oh, I just can't help this feeling.

I want you all to myself.
I want you, but it's too soon to tell.

I've got no expectations, there are no stipulations. I just want the alleviation of all complication.
The indication of good vibrations. Just trying to avoid another laceration.

I'm always in transition, consistently in motion without much hesitation. No limitations, no destination. I've never been the one to leave room for assumption.

I'm following my intuition, connecting coincidence, trying to make sense of this.
I want to hear the sound of your amplification. Articulation, no need to abbreviate it.
Rise.

I want you.
I can't help this feeling.