Pure thoughts come too,
At night when I think of you;
Like the brightness in your eyes,
And sincerity of your smile...
Small details that wouldn't matter,
To anyone who only glanced.

I'm a fool for thinking of you,
Because it ends before it starts,
But how swiftly sinks the heart,
And your grin pulls at my strings.

Soon our conversation will die,
And the pressure will subside,
While I watch your number sink,
To the bottom of my cell phone.
Because it ends before it starts,
And so swiftly sinks the heart.