That pretty little pill that makes you feel so nice,
That pretty little pill that makes your heart like ice,
That pretty little pill that makes you numb and cold,
That pretty little pill that makes you feel young and old,
That pretty little pill in the bottle so yellow,
That pretty little pill that makes you so mellow,
That pretty little pill taken with a swallow of Jack,
That pretty little pill makes you never look back,
That pretty little pill in a count of 90,
When it runs out will you see what I see?

I dream of cities I have never been to,
And I dream of faces I have never seen.
I dream of memories I've never made,
And I dream of words I have never heard.
I dream of feelings I've never felt,
And I dream of foods I've never tasted.

I dream of adventures I've never had,
And I dream of you.

Take me to Rome.
And then we can say "When in Rome, do as the Romans do."
But you already do as the Romans do, because you conquer me.

Take me to Paris.
And then we could learn how to correctly French kiss, and ironically eat French fries.
But then you'll look at the French girls and think "Could I conquer them?"

I'll reply with a passive request to go sight see.
I'll look at you and you'll look at them.
Then when we travel home, you'll settle and I'll smile.

I want to take you to cities that you will never feel comfortable in.
I want you to clutch at my fingers like a weary child.
I want you to lose me in a crowd and realize that you could never lose me in life.
I want you to see me every time like it's the first time, and the last.

And when I leave?
I want you to long for my touch, for my taste, for my love.
I want you to smell me on your clothes, and see me in every shadow.
I want you to look at another lovers face and see my eyes.
I want you to shiver when you hear my name.

And only when want drives you to the edge, I want you to remember that I was never yours.

I wish he could see me
Now.
I wish he could see me
Here.
I wish he could see me.

Now,
I hope he can forget me
Here,
I hope he can move on.

I come here sometimes,
I come in the middle of the night/mare.
I look through the doors, I remember the day/dreams.
I remember the day I left,

I want to say that loving You was like falling,
But that would be a lie.
I want to say that loving You was like losing my breath,
But that would be a lie too.

I will say that loving You was like stumbling,
Completely unsure if I would be caught.
I will say that loving You was like suffocating,
I couldn't seem to breathe at all.

I won't say that I regret loving you,
But I won't say that I'd try again.

Loving You