...i don't think i'll ever be the same.

and shit, i don't think i've ever seen anyone better then you.
hands have covered my face and i can't believe you even stopped to look at me twice.
much more then enough.
i've not even dreamt that you would be that good
how the hell can one person be so good.
and the music
and the music he called!

i wished apon a star, without a care
but now, a sweeping urgency to be right for you.
to share
to be right
to know the artist beneath.



shit man, you're a muse.
cause i'm pretty sure it's gunna end up somewhere beyond the curve
somewhere i can't see
and it's dark
and i think it might be bad
but i don't mind.
isn't it refreshing?




"i've been numb for to long, i need a hit of something sweet.
these mannequins are to well dressed and i don't think i can fake another year without it."