Picking petals off roses "We'll see each other again; We'll never see each other again." I don't even like roses, But when sitting in a ****** dress, In a pool of rose petals, You get to thinking.
White sheets And the smell of Warmth and stars, I dreamnt of you Rescuing me, And I would sit in class And daydream Of a hero.
But I had to save myself, But I couldn't escape Myself.
And after saving Myself Yet again, I found you.
And all that wishing And wondering And hoping And dreaming, Wasn't a complete lost cause.
And now you're here, So completely and finally, And I have no idea what to do, But to fly with you.
And I'm scared and skittish, But I'll take off and soar, Keeping the thrill of my delight To a dull roar.
On a night where my teeth were bloodied, I went to sleep and my dreams were So sweet, Because I met you there And for some reason I knew it was all or nothing.