Advisers, confidants, close friends,
hear my beckoning.
So betrothed to the game i'm wondering
if you ears are turned red
from my constant berating of facts and formula
from my phone, from my bed.
From a far away place, listing all the times I've spit last week
they're all-seeing bloodhounds
trapping me in beloved rat race

Whispering of sweet
nothings from the pick up lines
to cute sweet nicknames

sweet elegant songs
from music, loud and gentle  
written just for you

from indoors to out
bird singing sweet melodies
thunderstorms rumbling

doors slamming all day
food sizzling on the stove top
people snoring late

your majestic voice
so cool, calm and Collective
your voice is my guide

You can't be mine,
Because it's still her, right?
Your eyes seeks for her.
Your ears likes to hear her voice.
Your nose likes her smell.
Your brain thinks of her.
Your heart shouts her name.
I can't be someone else's,
Because it's still you. Right.
My eyes seeks for you.
My ears likes to hear your voice.
My nose likes your smell.
My brain thinks of you.
My heart shouts your name.
You can't be mine because it's still her, right?
I can't be someone else's because it's still you. Right.