Where’s your white horse? Your tender speed? Cupid, I think I need to find your bow. You miscounted; Only shot one arrow. Cupid, where are you now Why don’t you come? Fix this mess you made.
But it’s okay, I’ll just wait A little longer While this street light Will maybe shine a little stronger. For now I’ll just wait
And the cold feels good. Wish you were here. I know I should Stop wishing on stars But it’s hard To look at something So bright And not burn your eyes And know that I Can’t feel that warmth Unless I wait A little longer.