Your eyes are knives, your touch is a drug.
Im clearly addicted to the cut of your love.

When faith falls short of hope, there ill be.

You lose apart of yourself, whenever they walk away.

Im so happy to see that you are perfectly imperfect through my weary eyes.

I skip a breath, I skip a thought, I skip a beat. And thats when, that moment laying in your arms, I realize that its ok not to worry about tomorrow

Nothing is better than this moment, right now, dripping in your confesions, only because I know, youll regret this.

When they walk away and you feel like life is lost, ill be standing in the doorway. Ill be there. Wanting to know you. Wanting to make you happy.

Love me with no fear, or dont love me at all.

As my thoughst collect, majority rules, and there is nothing better than knowing i love to think about you.

You are the unspoken name.
My only unbeatable game.