The endless chatter is vibrating at impeccable speed a scavenger pecking ravenously its razor sharp beak rapidly devouring this encrypted brain one synapse at a time my eyes wide open in terror as I bleed wasteful thoughts that selfishly steal this precious night
I think I first liked you Because you were shy The type of guy who liked to hide I liked the way your hair curled How you saw the world The way you described Wanting to walk into your kitchen Far in the future to see me sitting At the table drinking my morning coffee The way you said your life Wouldn't really seem complete Without this pure dream of you and me