There are words on the tips of my lips
I dance around them
Girl, be nimble
Girl, be quick

Bumble and stumble around the syllables
These words have made a home on the tips of my lips
They seem cozy there,
Blanketed by heys and I miss yous

Reciprocation is their only fear
Or more accurately,
The lack thereof

These words bounce around my mind,
Bopping from lobe to lobe,
They'll soon return to the tips of my lips,
For that is their true home.

Forever more, just on the tips.
Forever more, forever more.