CJP's

Inside heartbeats that could step on miniature giants

And you pretended it was ok and then blew away

I’m wearing my hard candy shell now because it looks

Sweet but keeps me from melting in your hands

I’d dive-bomb your wiggling inside because I know

You hid it there

but I’ve got a key you didn’t know I had

Besides, you’ve got French doors across from my balcony

And even if it seems far, it really isn’t at all

Smoky glass and tempered elevator doors

Hide the baggage that I’m packing

I don’t know what you want

I don’t know what you want