Your lips look a little lonely

would they like to meet mine?

cheeeeesy, who cares.

dear quiet boy,

who uses pretty words

sketches on desks

plays piano,

or maybe the guitar

and brushes my hand with his fingertips

as i complain about the weather
and smiles, smiles, smiles

where the hell are you?

i'd love to meet you
i'd love to spend some time with you

i'd love to be the girl that gets the player,

and gets him to quit his game.

“sail with me into the setting sun, 

the battle has been won, but war has just begun

and as we grow, emotion starts to die

we need to find a way, just to keep our desire alive.”

-senses fail