Kiss me under the stars
Baby girl you've left my arm,
I didn't have those warm blue eyes,
I didn't have the sexy lips to kiss your tears.
The nice abs you want to run your hands down.
The dark hair that you want to run your hands through
Imperfection kills love,
Because as I watch you look at him right now,
You are slowly killing me.
And the worst part is, you never notice that you are slowly killing the person you once loved.