So Uncool - Caroline Lavelle

I’m so uncool that my fingers almost burn

They’ve been known to strip the skin like the sun

Come and touch me brave heart with your velvet skin;

You’re playing games with me you’ll never win

You spill tempting lies, silver, like fishes on the sand

And tell me that heaven lies in the smallest touch

Of your hand, and I’m almost believing you;

You’re playing games with me and you will lose

You drape mystery lightly, like gauze around your head

And capture the midday sky in your eyes;

The sweetness in your face it lies so easily —

If I believed in you I’d lose me

I’ll eat you alive, oh and you can hardly wait

But I know that your fate holds you with a surer touch

Than I ever could, or ever wanted to;

Believe me we’re on our own

And it’s just you