Erotophobe

I’m sorry that what turns me on freaks you out
But I can’t live my life so monotonous
And the unvaried rituals of our everyday
Will stale our minds until we’ve forgotten us
Like a random soldier in a war a thousand years ago
We’ll march blindly to death and no one will remember our relationship

I can see the boredom in your eyes
So don’t pretend you’re not really hating it
I’m not saying what I want is the way it is
Because more than half of what I want is to make you happy
And the rest is me wanting us to never fall apart
So lets not drift into a routined ending