skip steps to match yours,
treading slippery pathways...

My liquor-drenched clothes
ask me to narrate stories to you...

Don't promise me those suburban dreams
when you can't promise to live it...

The walls you were bringing down,
I keep seeing signs every now and then...

The stars as effervescent as the bubbles in my...
have been speaking to me each night...

Match the rhythm of my heart
for when your fingers touch me...

My skies peak at night time
when the sun has set...

I ask myself:
What am I to you...

The Ocean's rough,
I sing the song...

cut your lips into mine,
my fire and your wine...

the waves crashed against clear skies
as we walked those shores together...

all the boys and young men
tried to woo me...