When I read a book
I feel as if I am falling down a rabbit hole
letting the book **** me in
taking me to my personal wonderland
a place I wish to never return from
because reality is too painful to withstand

I lie awake afraid
Not of what is unknown
But of not taking the leaps
My soul knows
All that I need to do
I long to be inside what I see
A world of beauty
Indescribable perfection
It's all that is, in this very moment.

I swear, nothing will beat
When you bite my lips
And run your hands through my hair
Kissing me like my exhale is the last bit of air
That will ever enter your lungs
And when you kiss my neck,
I feel a shiver like an arctic breeze
I just can't help it,
You're so... foxy

In a book I opened
on page twenty three
I came upon a pressed flower and
wondered,
was it for me?

The book was printed, eighteen ninety five
I guess
the flower was alive back then and
so
it wasn't for me.

I wonder who placed it
between pages twenty three and four and
why did they put it there?
who was it for?

Sad,
looking upon the dead rose
thinking about those,
and did the book close on them,
did the rose
speak of love
back then?

You and I
Well we could talk about lemons for hours on end
Yeah it’s got me thinking
Maybe we can be more than just friends

You say I’m no fun
Cause you wanted to send me a letter
But I said no
A picture of a letter is better
So you sent me that instead

(Chorus)
I just want you to know
You’re still in my head
Even long after
The messages are read
Cause you’re like my favourite song
You’re close to my heart
Cause I could never let myself forget you

You know you make me laugh
With all the weird things that you say
You know I find it strange though
Cause we think the same way
We’re so weird

[Chorus]

You say you’re without emotion
Well no need for commotion
We can just keep procrastinating
**** what’ll I rhyme with that

You said no one’s ever written you a love song before
Well no you can’t say that anymore…