You don't understand
the things you do to me
the ways you mess with my mind
the games you play with my heart

You don't understand
the way I breath when we're alone
the way I move my tongue
and wet my lips
and look at you

You can't read my eyes
or the spears they shoot out
when you walk away

But you interpret my soul
what I want, what I need
the turbulence inside me

You get me
You get me, all of me, inside out.