Mind You

My outfit is on your bedroom floor

But it's time I head out the door

So can you help me find my shirt?

I'll help you find your skirt

Mind you, I really don't mind you

But my mind's just doing things my mind do

It's really not you

It's me

Ha

It's true though

Your eyes are full of glow

And I'm just a seeping darkness

Don't want to hit you with my hardness

I watched him bleed over me

And in time you'd see

That I'd just do the same again

I should probably be condemned

I'm acting kind of rude I guess

When I'm watching you undress

Cause really I don't have any feelings

Though I have too many I'm dealing with

They're just not for you

And I don't think you have a clue