shape (of) me

i melt away in honey-light
'cause you are there, you're in full bloom
the only flower in the room
and i resist with all my might

i try to look away instead
to the table, the mirror, your shoes and the sky
i ask myself the question: why?
i only kissed you inside of my head

my dear, you'll be the death of me
and dying is no art no more
make wax my whole exterior
if you're the chain, i won't break free