what a change from the boy next door i can't believe the pain you'd cause for passion i can't believe the joy derived from her grief i can't believe the new color of your eyes it could all be a mistake but my mind thinks you're hers it could all be a mistake but my heart sings for one more dance it could all be a mistake but i think they were blue? and purple came from the night we dressed as polar opposites each to match the other's one true love but how about we make like magnets and stick together after all, you're ****** up because you're lonely i'm lonely because i'm ****** up so we're perfect for each other.
nevermind for now, though with those eyes, red suits you better anyway.
i'll admit it, its a love poem again, but this time we're just a little ****** up