So Uncool

I'm so uncool
 that my fingers almost burn.
 They've been known to strip
 the skin like the sun.
 Come & touch me brave heart
 with your velvet skin;
 you're playing games with me
 you'll never win.
 You spill tempting lies, silver,
 like fishes on the sand,
 and I'm almost
 believing you;
 you're playing games with me
 and you will lose.
 You drape mystery lightly,
 like gauze around you head,
 and capture the midday
 sun in your eyes.
 The sweetmess in your face
 it lies so easily
 - if I believed in you
 I'd lose me.
 I'll eat you alive,
 oh & you can hardly wait,
 but I know that your face
 holds you
 with a surer touch
 than I ever could,
 or ever wanted to;
 believe me we're on our own.
 And it's just you.