Lately, you have been
The only one I have wished
To be with right now

You exude raw beauty and sentiment
Through the skimming of your fingers on a guitar
And your singing voice blasting from my speakers
I often wonder why you're not a star

I can still remember stumbling across
Your covers on one summer night last year
I found myself in awe and at a loss
That your songs exhaled emotions severe

Still, I want to thank you, Hans
For triggering me to write or draw at 1 AM
I'm sure you've garnered yourself some fans
And I'm content to know I'm one of them

I hope you carry on with that career
As we delve into another school year

(Co-written with my awesome friend)

The thought is savory
But I know it won't put you in dismay
Triangular in shape, but it needs not to be a worry
As I can just imagine eating it all day

I am gobsmacked by this medley of tomato sauce and stringy cheese
Blimey! How dare you gobble this thing up and not share
Oh, for a slice I'd get down on my knees
A world without pizza wouldn't be so fair

Skinny-dip into my daydreams
But don't stay too long
I think irrational things
And physical infatuation is just wrong

My mind is caked with mud
And trying to wash away the slime
Won't do a thing to me
Feeling this way for you is a crime

'No place for fingers',
Whispered the dark chocolate
Hair crowning his head.

He's just seven hundred kilometers away
But it feels like he's on the other side
Of this cynical, condescending ball of gas we call home
That glares down on everyone's pride

A hop, skip, and a fifty-minute plane ride away
Makes up this protective barrier between you and me
But no, this ball of gas won't let it go my way
It's a killer after all, made up of land and sea