When things already are, somethings might resemble
something else, a possibility turned into somthing grander.
Convince me that I can fly and I can catch up with you
in mid flight, with brand new wings you give me something better
than just the sight...
... of your body on my bedside, of my dreams where I smile.
Try something better than believing, try expereancing...
I sleep for habit, for If I could I would give my moons
just so I could sleep with you.
Habit forming paranoia, tonight might be the night
I take flight, or I just might find a worse fate, far away from
my utopia.
I miss you, I want to see you, tomorrow, or better, the day
before.
I don't want to break down, I don't want to die, not until
I know how she tastes like... afterwards we'll enjoy our sweet
company.
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