She walked into my head and she walked out with my mind, but I've got no good reason to ask for her time. I'm the chewing gum stuck to the sole of her shoe. She's the hand over my mouth, turning my heart blue. She could drive me crazy, if I let her. She could drive me crazy, but I know so much better than that this time.
I just want to be the hair in her face on a windy day, the morning sunlight shining through the sheets onto her naked legs, the sand sifting through the toes of her bare feet. She fills my eyes and takes a hold of me. She could drive me crazy, but I know so much better than that this time.