The ways your eyes crinkle when you smile
The freckles on your face are wild

You burn a cigarette between your lips
Forgetting about our very last kiss

I try to find you at the convention
While you brag about your new invention

I’m sorry about laughing at your past joke
Cause when you hit me I felt like a ghost

Every time you brushed your lips against mine
I relished on your ciroc divine

I need you how the plants need the sun
Just touch me so we can finally have some fun

Don’t pull out your gun
Don’t hit the brakes

Now you’ve undone
what could’ve been saved

There's something in the water,
a rose with tainted thorns
begging for air
anxious for the storm

There's something with the wind
It's been through many storms
So many that the wind has conformed
It ignored the rose with tainted thorns