What would I do if touching you weren't a sin?
If I didn't melt the moment I entered your arms?
Could I stand my ground?
Tell you what I want you to hear?
What I need you to hear?
Could I catch my breath, if only for a moment?
Could I regain control and consciousness?

If I could just think when I was around you
Instead of being wrapped in your arms
and losing all concept of time and logic
Would I be able to remember who I was?
Who I am, who I want to be?
I can't do that when I'm with you
I transform into a different person

Some one who has lost control
Some one who doesn't remember anything
Some one who can't, won't, live without you.
I can't even tell you all the things I have planned
I have thought it out in my head
composed the perfect words
but they all evaporate the moment you approach

What would I do if touching you weren't a sin?
If I didn't melt the moment I entered your arms?
Could I stand my ground?
Tell you what I want you to hear?
What I need you to hear?
I'm so helpless the moment you are near
and I don't want to be

If only I could breathe, would things be different?