Society is just bitter because they haven't found someone like you.
With perfect imperfections helping me see what truly can be good, can be free.
Looking into your eyes, like looking into the sea.
Pure and moving and clean.
Your hands feel like home, please take me home.
Hold me with your stare, won't walk away, you paralyze me.
Please touch me like you do, tell me I'm your moon.
And whether or not you see it you are the most meaningful thing I know.
You're tragically beautiful.
From your lips to your soul.
And if i could live to be a hundred and three,
I hope to live a bit less then you will be.
So that I never have to be one second with you