"Let our expectations be low and mutual.
Beg for me with your eyes.
Connect to me with your soul.
Can we be satisfied with the moment?
Music that controls the mood.
Our bodies have no rhythm.
Real doesn’t rhyme.
Our bodies, our flesh, are intertwined.
Your spirit whispering sweet nothings to mine.
Define love to me.
Can I love you for a few minutes?
Or is love connected to time?
You can be mine in my mind.
I think it’s a sign the way our limbs feel so good together.
Are we made to love or do these things take time?
I can’t die without knowing I have to give it all now.
Leave your expectations behind.
Don’t compare me to your past,
Don’t plan for me in your future.
I want to dominate your present time.
Don’t do what you’ve been taught.
Don’t create new rules.
Enjoy the current high."