I think my niche is nowhere near you.
But like a persisting itch I'll somehow get through,
I swear-
I'll be over you.
...
In a once upon a time that has never been,
I was with you all along
If we've ever crossed the same street,
...
Scratch
I think my niche is nowhere near you.
But like a persisting itch I'll somehow get through,
I swear-
I'll be over you.
Thaumaturgy is never my thing.
The only marvel here is you.
I think I'm tough.
My skin is thick-
How do you still get under it?