It would be such a beautiful moment to see the look on your face to know that I know that you know now and baby that's a case of my wishful thinking. You know nothing.
Well, all I really wanna do is love you, a kind much closer than friends use but I still can't say it after all you have been through and all I really want from you is to feel me as the feeling inside keeps building and I will find a way to you if it kills me.
How long, can I go on like this, wishing to kiss you, before I rightly explode?
This double life I lead isn't healthy for me, in fact it makes me nervous if I get caught I could be risking it all cause maybe there's a lot that I miss, in case I'm wrong.
If I should be so bold, I'd ask you to hold my heart in your hand and I'd tell you from the start how I've longed to be your man but I never said a word. I guess, I'm gonna miss my chance again.
How can you sleep at a time like this unless the dreamer is the real you. Listen to your voice, the one that tells you to taste past the tip of your tongue
I don't wanna wake before the dream is over. And timing's everything and this time there's plenty. I am balancing, careful and steady and reveling in energy that everyone's emitting.
Well, I don't wanna wait no more, I wanna celebrate the whole world. I'm gonna make it mine because I'm following your joy.
You've got the best of both worlds. You're the kind of girl who can take down a man and lift him back up again. You are strong but you're needy. Humble but you're greedy and based on your body language and shoddy cursive I've been reading your style is quite selective. Though your mind is rather reckless. Well, I guess it just suggests that this is just what happiness is.
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write kind of turn themselves into knives and don't mind my nerve you could call it fiction but I like being submerged in your contradictions, dear.
Although you were biased I love your advice. Your comebacks ‒ they're quick. And probably have to do with your insecurities. There's no shame in being crazy but depending on how you take these words that paraphrasing this relationship we're staging.
Through timeless words and priceless pictures, we'll fly like birds not of this earth and tides ‒ they turn ‒ and hearts disfigure but that's no concern when we're wounded together and we tore our dresses and stained our shirts but it's nice today. Oh, the wait was so worth it.
I'm just a man, is that all I am. Are my manners misinterpreted words or only human?
I'm human.
Is that a twig, are you a dove of peace. A black dove undercover, with another puzzle piece. Are you a riddle to solve all along or am I over thinking thoughts of human after all.
Made of flesh, made of sand, made of you and me. The planet's talking about a revolution. The natural laws ain't got no constitution. They've got a right to live their own life but we keep paving over paradise.
Because we're only human. If it's our only excuse do you think we'll keep on being only human.
