two: to the man who's screwing me (over)

: can you not sleep over tonight?
: sure.
: but do you still want to come hangout?
: alright.

As soon as I saw you I knew you were trouble. Making me laugh, pleasing the crowd, but we'd not mad eye contact once. And than I get your message.
Blue eyes are nothing but bad news.
And we talked, and talked, and proceeded to talk the two next days and you invited me over.
Blue eyes are ice cold.
And though I know wrong from right and I know what should and shouldn't be done I came over and watched a film. We were only going to watch a film.
Wrong, no one ever just watches a film.
And you said goodnight and turned over.
And I did the same, no matter how much energy was being thrown around us.
And yor hands started to carress me and your lips moved closer to my ear and I could feel your pelvis pushing into me.
Cold as ice.
how am I to stop temptation,
when you look, act and feel like that.
I couldn't care less about this if it weren't for the simple fact that you think i'm getting attached.
Or if I wasn't commited,
but I am, and this temptation is a dangerous thing.