So, I tell myself that you're the one, and I wanna say so many things, but I know I'm not your one, so I guess I won't say anything. You're pretty unconventional and unconventionally pretty. I've always been drawn to you. I love what you drew from me.
Your fingers tracing my bassline's the closest your hands will come holding mine. Your lips on the edge of this aluminum is the closest my lips will come to kissing them.
I write these words and lock them away; how can I say what I cannot say? Would you hold it against me?
There's a place I like to hide in the space between our eyes. The only place that I can't lie is to myself or by your side.