Slow Down.

Damn, you're right, I'm moving too fast.
But I can't help but move with you as you pass.
Some say I wear my heart on my sleeve.
But I do that so everyone can see.
It's the truth about me.
I'm a big and tough dude with his touch of sensitivity.
My theory of relativity starts with you and me.
And quite frankly, it ends with you and me.
I do move unbelievably quickly
But it's because with you I don't feel iffy.
I get that butterfly feeling whenever you're with me.
From a standpoint, I know what I felt was mutual.
You looked so innocent, sweet, and cute; fuck it, you were amazingly beautiful.
I'm very bashful as well, so that contradicts my agility too.
So that means I love to go fast, but too shy to go through.
I'm moving so swift
Not thinking about the or's and if's.
Like I'm pushing 120, when we know it's supposed to be 50.
But I can't help, but keep moving this fast, knowing you're with me.
I don't make moves, I make statements.
If I keep moving this fast, will my passion become tainted?
Will we have to drop all our special arrangements?
Will I end up the same as always and keep chasing these pavements?
I need to slow down.
I just want to know how.
But I can't help but think of you and want you right now.
There I go again, sounding so redundant.
But I assure you, my love is so abundant.
Well it figures, I'm going crazy for you and your figure.
But I figured.
It only takes time for a love like this to grow bigger.
So in conclusion I'll take it slow.
Just promise me you won't go though.