When I’m too close to you I get a contact high,

nothing big, nothing scary, just a twinkle in my eye.

When I’m too close to you I get the smoke in my face.

what a smell, what a thrill, I just hope it’s not laced.

When I’m too close to you, it’s the fire that will tease,

“I am warm. I am safe. Let me put your mind at ease.”

When I’m too close to you I get a contact high.

Not too far, close enough, like a hand on the thigh.

Boy, when I’m close to you, it’s like there isn’t time.

And I can tinker with the thought of ‘if you would be mine’.

Gosh, when I’m close to you, I miss you all the more.

For tasks, when I’m not close to you, they become such a bore.

And when I think I’m close to you I tremble at your touch.

Because being close to you brings up in me so much.

That, when I am close to you, I’m running to a dream

But in the wake, in the real, I’m tearing at the seam.

You know, when I’m close to you, I get a contact high.

And when I am too close to you, I feel life pass me by.