All of the misplaced places,
I can't help but misplace your name
As falling in love is almost as painful
as all of those times, falling from grace
At times saying a loud those lovely prayers,
as I'm hoping to give my thanks, saying my grace.

But as if I only wash my hands after,
these full meals of food for thought, is all awkward
As when you only get a joke late at night, with random laughter
I'm liken as a fool who smiles in the middle of the night,
in their bed and miniscule covering,
I still find it warms my heart, thinking about you
and treasuring a day with you, as if it were my only belonging.

But love honestly has to be something so funny;
I'm constantly laughing at myself
As we've all felt a little drunk on our very first love,
sipping on the smiles of its ****** mi tia
But of course you shake me up, till the recipe of
a disaster shakes away the ice cubes of my heart
My tears for you, are like syrup and concentrated upon
how I feel,— I hope you can ******* love.