On day one, you say hello and let me get to know you. As you start to talk, I become intrigued by you.
On day three, things already progress. We talk in ****** phrases and I picture my head on your chest.
Day four, you make me feel like this could be something real. I see what I hope to have the rest of my life, I wonder how you feel.
Day five, I start fantasizing what it’d be like to be yours. All I want to do is talk with you more and more.
Day six, I do something impulsive and book a flight. The things I am starting to feel for you, I just can’t fight it.

On day seven, I start to question:
What if this is too good to be true?
What if you’re red and I am blue?
What if you decide that a lilac sky isn’t for you?

Maybe you’ll be my favorite sunrise and I’ll be your favorite sunset.
It’s just so strange I feel this way when we haven’t even met yet.
You smile on camera and I can’t look away
My oh my, I just hope you stay.