Forget the dogmatic ******* and love me.
Like you would if we weren’t at the verge of crucifixion.
Lay pink leaves along the way to the bathroom and I’ll leave you.
That would be too cliché for someone my type.

I love cherry blossom trees, take me there.
I love you boy, please love me back.
Forget the stares and talking.
Know I’ll always be walking under cherry blossoms if you take me to one.
So take me to one.
I get so obsessive in love it’s just too much.
But take me to one anyway.