there are many things that I would like to say to you
because maybe you're gonna be the one who saves me
*
you stand there as if you've stood there since the beginning of the world.
the butterflies in my stomach tickle,
my pulse jumps and thrums like guitar strings- i'll play you the prettiest song you've never heard.
we've got all the symphonies ever dreamt of
stored inside our cells, notes tattoed underneath our skin.
blood rushes through the highway of your veins, just the roadmap to your heart.
right now we could paint the streets gold and follow yellow bricks to an emerald city,
singing stories about "home is where the heart is" and theres no place like home.
the story of this moment is being spun into a legend.
your smile crushes empires.
it shakes planets- you are my frame of reference for infinity.
can they feel this half a world away from here?
is it like the butterfly effect?
the butterflies-in-your-stomach effect.
did someone misread our blueprints?
we've got serious structural damage.
internally bleeding ink.
you've got my head spun, stuck between real/dream/just in-between.
i will take the blame for everything if it means i'm not forgotten (fame)
theres a difference between
"telling" a story & "selling" a story,
the whole point is to know how.
lions in unlocked cages, no talk all teeth.
is this how it feels to be alive?
i'd rather choke on the deceit.
are we born this way?
or are we just
damaged in transit?
shipped from heart to heart?
i remember when the night tasted like summer,
sweet as honey.
*
and after all, you're my wonderwall
*
you stand there as if you've stood there since the beginning of the world.
the butterflies in my stomach tickle,
my pulse jumps and thrums like guitar strings- i'll play you the prettiest song you've never heard.
we've got all the symphonies ever dreamt of
stored inside our cells, notes tattoed underneath our skin.
blood rushes through the highway of your veins, just the roadmap to your heart.
right now we could paint the streets gold and follow yellow bricks to an emerald city,
singing stories about "home is where the heart is" and theres no place like home.
the story of this moment is being spun into a legend.
your smile crushes empires.
it shakes planets- you are my frame of reference for infinity.
can they feel this half a world away from here?
is it like the butterfly effect?
the butterflies-in-your-stomach effect.
did someone misread our blueprints?
we've got serious structural damage.
internally bleeding ink.
you've got my head spun, stuck between real/dream/just in-between.
i will take the blame for everything if it means i'm not forgotten (fame)
theres a difference between
"telling" a story & "selling" a story,
the whole point is to know how.
lions in unlocked cages, no talk all teeth.
is this how it feels to be alive?
i'd rather choke on the deceit.
are we born this way?
or are we just
damaged in transit?
shipped from heart to heart?
i remember when the night tasted like summer,
sweet as honey.
*
and after all, you're my wonderwall