How does it feel when we get locked into a stare? Please don't come looking for me when I get lost in the mess of your hair. How do you feel when everything you've known gets thrown aside? Never fear, my dear, 'cause we have nothing left to hide.
Oh I adore the way you carry yourself with the grace of a thousand angels overhead. I love the way the galaxy starts to melt.
Pack your things we can leave today. Say our goodbyes and get on the train. Just you and I in the sweet unknown. We can just call each other our home.
If I had to choose a way to die, it'd be with you in a goosebump infested embrace with my overanxious hands cupping your face. In a goosebump infested embrace with my overanxious hands cupping your cherub face.
How does it feel?