Nothing Wrong

Nothing…
Nothing wrong,
I guess I like foolish…
Situations.
Nothing… No, nothing wrong,
‘just want to let go…
No direction!
Feeling, swaying slow,
Just before giving up for real,
I want to know.

What if you touch me.
I think I’ll slide into your mind.
What if you touch me.
I think I’ll infuse in your sighs.
Don’t you refrain for me.
Oh…
What if you touch me…
I aim’ you!

Nothing…
Nothing wrong,
I guess I like foolish…
Situations!
Sustain,
Contain the fall
of words denying sensés…
Being plain, plainly a fool.
Playing,
Acting rules just not the way if should.
Reverse our codes.

What if you touch me.
I think I’ll slide into your mind.
What if you touch me.
I think I’ll infuse in your sighs.
Don’t you refrain for me.
Oh…
What if you touch me…
I scare you!

What if you touch me.
I think I’ll slide into your mind…