I blame it all on you for feeling this way*
'Cause I don't stand to gain a thing
I give you all the room you need
I fill in the gaps between your lines
But there's nothing there to read
And I can't stop now
Did you take all that you wanted?
It's getting awfully hot in here
You're radiating all I fear
I know I'll burn if I get too near
But I can't pull away, though I've nothing to gain
I'm a moth to your flame
I know you've had your suspicions
Because I've given you reason to doubt
That my words are without meaning
I'd break you out of your cell
I would slip you the key under watchful eyes
But you pretend not to see
Grant me some relief, be it only one kiss
Stave off my yearning with the grace of your lips
Give me some reprieve, let it be my demise
Have I misread all of your seemingly tell-tale signs
And your promising rhymes?
I blame it all on you for feeling this way
'Cause I'm just a moth to your flame More from Amanda Somerville