wolfspirals

You wanna climb up the stairs, I wanna push you back down, but I let you inside, so you can push me around. If I leave before you and I walk out alone, keep your hands to yourself when you follow me home.

I don’t want love. I don’t want love. 

We wake up with pounding heads, bruised down below. I should have built better walls or slept in my clothes.  So, if I see you again, desperate and stoned, keep your prison locked up, and I will leave my gun at home. 

I don’t want love. I don’t want love.