Lay around me, now that you've found me. Stuck to the back bear pull out your hair. In a world so shallow cover your far, cover your eyes. Shortness of breath. I know you'd kill me in a heartbeat.  But somehow it's sexual, caught up in chemicals. We could be friends. But somehow it's sexual. Guilty and beautiful we could be friends. Onto the morning, Pull you apart. Flirt with regret. Back to the start as we mull this over. This is the way we rationalize. Hide in the background, wound up so tightly that it hurts. I won't keep running back, but somehow It's sexual, caught up in chemicals, we could be friends..