Your golden hair is tinted purple because of the way you're standing in the hue of the blinding lights.
I don't know if that's my heart or the drum beat that's shaking my rib cage, stealing the air from my cigarette stained lungs, making me tear up either from pride or fear because of your alluring looks.
I may know this song like the back of my hand because fuck,
I wrote it, but you're making me forget the words by just your one stare. My heart is bursting out of my chest, my fingers fumbling on the guitar strings but I play it off like an unexpected riff that gives a rise to the crowd like you're making the hair on my arms do.
you're so fucking beautiful.
To make this flow into your ears like a melody or translated flawlessly like a song, let me profess:
You take my breath away.