There are two kinds of people in this world
Hopeless romantics and realists
A realist just sees that face
And packs it in with every other pretty girl he's ever seen before
A hopeless romantic becomes convinced
That God put them on earth to be with that one person
But
You ain't a dandelion
You a Middlemist Red Camellia
Rarest flower let's put that one to bed
Watching her rise from the sheets
You a sunset I can reach
Can't capture all the colors inside my cerebral
I'm trusting God but my happiness is far from equal
This slump is something so I road my bike like Knievel
I'm hopeful in a rollercoaster, can he say the same?
Middlemist Red Camellia
In my brain
Is how I see ya