Trick of the Lights...
She's the kind of girl
with a laugh
like magic, shooting from an artist's inkstroke.
The kind of girl
who swears she wont have kids,
yet has the names all picked out.
We'll go on forever,
laughing at ourselves,
giggling at the glittering moon
in darkness as sheer as the
veil creating the illusion of a smile.
Obliterating everything on our minds.
Everything about her screams,
touch me. hold me. im BROKEN.
I refrain,
more for her sake than mine.
My seatbelt of doubt keeps me from leaning
too far out in the aisle.
Maybe I love her.
Maybe I'm falling for her.
Maybe I fell a long time ago.
Or maybe it's all just a trick of the lights...
with a laugh
like magic, shooting from an artist's inkstroke.
The kind of girl
who swears she wont have kids,
yet has the names all picked out.
We'll go on forever,
laughing at ourselves,
giggling at the glittering moon
in darkness as sheer as the
veil creating the illusion of a smile.
Obliterating everything on our minds.
Everything about her screams,
touch me. hold me. im BROKEN.
I refrain,
more for her sake than mine.
My seatbelt of doubt keeps me from leaning
too far out in the aisle.
Maybe I love her.
Maybe I'm falling for her.
Maybe I fell a long time ago.
Or maybe it's all just a trick of the lights...
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