Intoxication, infatuation, i can taste you on my...
the line between just friends and almost lovers...

The water is murky and the mirrors are steamed
The clocks striking twelve, but it isn't a dream...

The leaves that flutter, and float from your head
You search the ground for the thoughts you have...

And yes this is me accusing you:
accusing you of being perfect...

Butterflies and summer skies
Winter nights and water fights...

My dear naive friend
How goes it today...

Can you hear them shouting now?
Screaming in your ear...

My face is losing color
My lips are turning blue...

Hello stranger
My best friend...

Stars go by...
Flying, Flying...

It bugs me
More than it bugs you...

I am a child ready to explore.
Causing havoc, complication and confusion...