Testo Cruel

(I don't ever want to be cruel to you)
(I'm not making up any new rules)

Hey love
What's up?
Heard of
You giving up
I don't ever want to be cruel to you
I'm not making up any new rules

I can never hide the mess in my eyes
Dilating into the rest
Fantasize

I don't want regrets any
Parts of me tempted to feel
What this idea of us could be

If I stutter your name
Because each syllable is profane
What are these things you do to me, to me
Promise
My love is honest
Clear, sure
Simple, pure

I don't ever want to be cruel to you
I'm not making up any new rules