GreenMature

I always imagined you would shoot me down
So it felt necessary to struggle through this
If you could just give me a hint
Something to clue me in
Then I wouldn’t be so inclined to this

The more I think of you
The more I imagine
What it would be like to fall asleep in your arms
The more you talk to me
The more I imagine
What it would be like to wake up next to you

I can see you now, with an air of incredulity
Is it just me? Or have I become less attractive
If you could take it easy
Give me an idea
So I know if you actually care a little more

The more I think of you
The more I imagine
What it would be like to fall asleep in your arms
The more you talk to me
The more I imagine
What it would be like to wake up next to you

I’m going in circles about this
You seem so fucking unattainable
This is the calm before
the storm that changes us
One last shot of happiness

The End

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