You half dressed in the closet
I trace your silhouette
Talk shows and early morning
Your jokes I never get
Putting off dirty laundry
Menus are such a process
Was just a sitting target
I never saw you coming
And I don’t know how
How I still believe it
It feels sacrilegious
And I don’t know how
She loves unforgiving
I just need a minute
I just need a minute
Sweeter than any chocolate,
Strawberry, cinnamon
I keep you in my pocket
My favoritest imprint
I think we’re on to something
Half of my better conscience
Was just a sitting target
I never saw you coming
Caught in a deep dive
Finally realize
Now that I see her in everything
I didn’t want to
But now I got to
All of the feelings are delicate
Better than dreaming
Walking the ceiling
Lavender cream and a peppermint
Not that I met you
Everything gets so irrelevant