I'm writing this on the first of June
Hoping that maybe, just maybe
This isn't what I see

I see your eyes and how they shine
While looking straight at me
My eyes they shine, no more

I see your lips speak candied things
In hopes of honey-suckled rings
My lips taste sweet, no more

I see your hands lacing through mine
And tingles running down your spine
My hands fit in, no more

I see your smiles like city lights
Igniting dark and quiet nights
My smiles ignite, no more

I see your heart it beats for me
It's beating wildly, I could see
But mine it beats, no more

I'm writing this on the first of June
Hoping that maybe, just maybe
This isn't what I see—
But sorry baby
I could see—
We're going out of tune.