Most girls want to be kissed until they feel beautiful
And that's all well and good

But I want to be held so tightly
That I have no need for fear of the dark

The heartbreak
When "Is"
becomes
"Was"

I sit alone in the dark
And reminisce the essence of your touch
Feel your whisper across my skin
Let my memory intoxicate me with your smell

I wonder if you're holding another woman tonight
If she notices the softness of your eyes
And gentleness of your touch
The kindness of your kiss

I hold onto the fews pieces of you I still own
"I'll alway's be your first"
I mumble to the emptiness of the room
And the feeling of missing you takes over

My mind is worse than wonderland

If you fall in
There's no getting out