Bronze, Ruffled Hair.

I know that he could kill me
It's just that I don't care
Especially when I see his eyes
And bronze, ruffled hair.

It's something like a boundary
That both of us do enforce
But once I break it, I remember
I could be his dinner course.

It could be that I'm crazy
That I don't know what I'm against
'Cause sometimes it gets uncomfortable
Sometimes, a little tense.

He won't give me the one thing I want
He feels that it's insane
But what he puts up with is
That it causes me more pain

Because I know that he could kill me
It's just that I don't care
Especially when I see his eyes
And bronze, ruffled hair.