Bad for the better;
And a lipstick letter;
Are waiting for you on the chair.
Three words are on the tip of your tongue;
And I’m trying not to stare.
Ribbons and bows,
But nobody knows;
The way you keep smiling at me.
And the things that I can never say;
Knowing we can never be.
Endless collision;
Pointless division.
Makes a rain cloud of blue skies.
A fairy tale of brass and stone.
And our continuous useless tries.