sing to me, tell me something so typical,
a lullaby or something so miserable.
love, put your heart on your sleeves.

a calendar columns away, some kind of stir,
some sweet stains left on my sleeves.
initials you scrawled in deep, i like it like that,
light of my life,fire of my loins,
my sin, my soul.

reflect your outline through those crystals,
hanging your grin onto something so porcelain.
painting faces in shades of pink, i like the way you stare.
write some happy words on a paper, ill keep them in my pockets.

ive got mail from yooouuuuuuuuuu (((:

my hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me so wont you kill me so i die happy, which ever you prefer.

cuppycake :D