It's that moment.
Just me and you,
Perfectly in sync.
But it was only a dream,
It was only a dream.

I look to the sky thinking of you.
All the colors romance me
And I feel like a fool,
For thinking of you.
But you're just so beautiful.

Passion is Profitable.

Your romance is empty, but today, I stay.

Let's break our hearts for the arts.
And Promise, maybe, one day,
To put them back together again.

Let's complicate it.

Your lips are warm, but you are foreign.
I think if I tried, I could get maybe get comfortable again.

I want to recognize your mouth,
The shape of your teeth, your nose, your cheeks.
So I'll study your hair, as I run my fingers through it.
"Is it long enough?" - But why do I care?

Your lips are warm, but your body is foreign.
I think if I tried, I could maybe get comfortable again.
Yes, comfortable again...

So I curl up next to him.