I'm not feeling very well
I can tell...

They say what I do is a dream,
an ideal world I live in, it seems...

It was like the ocean receded behind the horizon
when he touched me tonight...

butterflies flutter away at the back of my mind,
it's chemistry with biology...

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

one other day,
one other car...

The lanes all draw to the same end,
we know how paths work...

It's all so childlike;
summer times back in school...

Forsaken dreams,
I watched them with you...

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

Time slipped slowly
and all too rapidly until none was left...

Our meeting for me was chance,
while the world wrapped itself in the soft cheer...