WHAT SHOULD I DO?

What should I do,
With this touch flaming in my heart?
What should I do,
With these claws of fire raking the pieces of my mind?

Your name flower on the humus of my mind
You are my crush, in my heart you grind
When I say I love you to pieces
This piece is just a question
And I need an answer
You are my cancer
I’m swallowing food colouring, dying inside
Chiking is like juggling, I don’t have the balls to do it
We lack chemistry like incomplete science teachers
I’m knocking on your door like Jehova witness preachers

What should I do,
With this touch flaming in my heart?
What should I do,
With these claws of fire raking the pieces of my mind?

My measureless love for you is like prison wall, not built to scale.
And it’s getting out of hand like an overgrown finger nail
I won’t say no strings attached like a spoilt guitar
But the truth is like orange peel, always bitter.

What should I do?
I need an answer in return
Our love will be a marathon
I see marriage in a long run.
Saying I love you is like teaching history
Giving old news…
Please love me like the old blues
I have the greens like I mixed yellow and blue
I wish you knew or had the slightest clue
Of my love. I’m a surveyor I have plans for you…

What should I do,
With this touch flaming in my heart?
What should I do,
With these claws of fire raking the pieces of my mind?
Please tell me…