you're probably going to dance with another girl who smells like fresh picked strawberries with blossoms in her hair & you're probably going to choke down seven shots of straight ***** to get the thought of me out of your head & focus on the girl that's dancing with you who wants to be your apple pie but you can't see the diamonds in her eyes because you're staring at the ones hanging around her neck & you can't feel her pull you in closer because she's reaching further behind your head of dark hair & tapping shoulders of random guys she's never even met before & I hope when this happens you run into the dingy bathroom & splash your face with ***** water & ***** up the words you never said because while you're out drowning your heart in things I shouldn't care about I'm here looking at the moon whispering how much I ******* love you & I swear to god if you take her home the moonlight will keep you awake no matter what time it is & you will watch it shine across your bedroom floor where we danced & laughed & I almost told her that you were mine & I hope the night catches your attention more than the sight of her & I hope when you wake up you remember that daisies are my favorite flower & that you can't escape the light of the moon.