Sell Me Love

The mornings eve

the fever hits me again

and you come to tell me all the girls I love

I want you

not the way you want me to

but all I have are pockets and how their sides rub

You call to me

like how every night you do

with that old whining tune of love me

I give to you

but all I had to do

not what you want me to

but to wrap your head about what I do

my sleeves are red

won't you please just cut this cord

or love yourself before you love me.