We get a sense, a peek
of a slippery road we secretly seek.
It's new, it's blue,
it makes you confused.
It brings you closer to you.

We get a glimpse, a taste
of something that might be a waste.
Misty and laced with a mystical haste,
much more challenging than all you have faced.
Maybe it's time you got your limits erased.

We get a feeling, a thought
of discomfort in the hiding spot of the heart
- the heart we thought we forgot,
- the heart that was told to shut up.

Painful and tense, it brings us suspense,
and it leads to anger and arrogance.
That itch turns wishes to dreams, hence why it's so hard to welcome romance.