Satiated

(capo 2)
This conversation's come before and was laid to waste,
yet we've found ourselves here, repeating questions...
Grown too close too see objectively;
let's pull this all apart,
dissect what's happening:

I'll dance through your dreams-
then burst through your seams
when you're too full of me.
Too full of me.

We could speak of grass being greener
but that's so
cliche.
You know you only want what you can't have-
but that's life,

isn't that right?

We take our fill
then grow tired
and move on to better pastures-
and I can't let myself become
just
your yesterday's desire...

I'll dance through your dreams-
and burst right through your seams
when you're too full,
'cuz you bit off more of me
than you could chew
in reality.