Under My Defences

These romantic twists cut just like a knife. You're my secret car crash. You make me feel so bad and so good.

You crawl under my defences. There's no battleground between us but the mind. And we all know who the winner is. I always seem to look up when you take that extra step on the podium.

Every bruise is like a medal. Mental or physical, we take all prizes here. Show no fear. Now that you've got under my defences, I end up chasing you around, hoping to catch you. This endless game of cat and mouse. An intimate portrayal, a stunning blackmail, it makes no difference anyway.

Walking wounded. It weakens my grasp. And even when I think of you, there's nothing left for me to hide behind. Can we just give up? Can I surrender? I want to see a new environment.

I obey your rules. I've got none of my own.