You asked me if I liked her.AndBecause I'm dreadfulAt expressing feelingsI told you,To me,She's like a cold drinkOn a hot summer's day.Kind of refreshing,I think.
My gums are bleeding;I've brushed too hard.Because my words,Were much too harsh.And it seems to meThat I'm trying to scrub them away.And I'm praying that they will notStay.
You're the rain, and the sun that makes theFlowers grow.And I find it hard to see through yourGarden whenever you are close.
Kiss me,Until your lungs burn.And I will kiss you,Until my legs give way.
They asked me ifI'd ever done drugs.And I told them aboutYour eyes.
You taught me how to floatWhen I was sinking.So why was itThat you allowed yourself toDrown?
I may never have toLet alcohol pass my lips again.Because if being drunk,Is what I wantThen all I have to doIs be nearYou.
You were the sprinklesUpon my ice cream.You added colour,Favour and happinessTo my bland life
His voice,Was like a relaxing Sunday morning.And just like the day,I couldn't have it on replay.
I swallowed the sun,Because I wanted to be light.But I followed the moon,Because I missed the balance.