Tempting

The complexion of your smile was off

The perfection in your eyes was lost

Your nose was twitching with guilt

Each nostril exhaling lies

And your pretty little mouth had spilt

The very the words I despise

Am I going mad or is it true?

'Cause I feel like I'm on to you

You're tempting me to let it drop

You empty me with each full stop

I should be able to let you out of my sight

Then again where were you last night?

I hope you don't become my Moriarty

But I highly doubt you're planning a party

So am I going mad or is it true?

I sort of feel like I'm on to you

You're tempting me to let it drop

You empty me with each full stop

Am I going mad or is it true?

(The complexion of your smile was off)

'Cause I feel like I'm on to you

(The perfection in your eyes)

You're tempting me to let it drop

You empty me with each full stop