this is me attempting to readjust;
adjust to something,
but I can't remember what.

Cos, my love, you've got me all kinds
of twisted.

I'm sinking into something,
and can't sink my teeth into it.
I've got my finger hanging over
the "x" across the map of you.
You're something clear I keep
walking toward,
but missing turns and walking
straight around.

I won't ever be able to trace the lines of you;
not that I would ever want to.
The mystery there still turns me on,
what we've got will not go wrong.

just hold on for a little while more.