Because music geekdom was one of my life choices I've found i can get attached to voices Not the ones in my head, for inside i still remain dead But the accent, the catch before you get emotional, Sticks to my waxed ears like used lotion so I miss voices at times, if those i care of mostly, So i try to imagine that voice coursing through my head so softly Wobbly is my memory, so i hold on to everything that i can But hearing those special voices again, thats a happiness no one can plan
Times drove us into an endless road of possibilities. Where I saw the light of hope amongst the stars. A smidgen of electricity was sent through my entire body, A smidgen of this endearing feeling runs between the heart and mind— After our encounter under the starry night skies, the shared dreams and drinks, and the whispered of senseless mumbles.
Scattered leaves of Autumn companying beneath, As the alluring voices from between your crooked teeth, lull me to another happy ending dream. As I thought about a figure and a smile as beautiful as yours. Also the way your eyes glisten under the darkness, and the tingling scent of yours, Which brought back the tightening knots— —Around my lung, heart, and throat.
And before the sun peeked from its horizon, You asked me, "Do you love me?" I leaned to kiss you and whispered, "Just a smidgen."