Bug spray for your boyfriend

Your hand on my knee,
I feel you, I feel you.
My hand on your heart,
I flee, I flee.
I am holding stolen property.
Valuable, yes.
Desirable, no.
I don't think we'll ever know
What makes me tick.
Because it all
Makes me tick.
I tick and I tick and I itch.
I forgot about that consequence.
You are the mosquito carrying malaria.
I've been bitten before, but never by a carrier.
I've always wondered what it feels like to die.