I wasn't always sad.
I'd like to think one day I'll be able to sing lovingly to someone again.
That I'll cook a meal for two.
We'll sit on a hill on a cold winter night and look at the stars.
I wanna be spun around by my lips for a kiss.
I want to be punched in the face by love poems.
I want to be held at gunpoint with romance as the threat.
I'll do it all with you, stranger who I don't know yet.
You'll warm this heart of mine again.
I just don't know it.