Your hair floats from the lack of gravity
and oh god, your  smile
could be the cause of global warming
though if I got third degree burns
I would even care because I was close to you.
You could of set fire  to my heart
and I wouldn't even flinch;
So  kiss  me  again.

Let my lips make a home on your lips
I'll replace your oxygen with mine
and allow our insides to float with the stars
as we watch them, in your room or on my

moon