Walking.
Talking...

I walk into the room.
All the sparkling lights...

She stands there,
looking through the glass...

He's a small town guy with pretty eyes,
looking for a stream of light in the sky...

I want to wake up next to your scent and smile...

I would love not to believe
that everything happens for a reason...

Fluctuations of my regrets are wearing me down,
low down...

Touch me again,
hold me tighter...

Fluorescence atop white aesthetic
shelves upon shelves...

I am beginning to despise the way my hands shake
when the thought of you crosses my mind...

Leave a hand-print
on my soul...

Laying in the dark,
hearing my heart beat...