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A long, long way to meet you,
but I’d walk it a thousand times,
confused, so confused;
not sure if its the darkness of the night or the drinks kicking in,
a crowded place and a familiar face,
such a familiar face.
I stand and stare, while the crowd on the back whispers your name,
such a beautiful name.
The feeling of having you meters away, and a rush of blood to the head.
As I scape I wonder why destiny has to be so specific,
and why your eyes are so sparkly on such a dead night;
and even in this light, I wouldn’t know if you’re the one,
cause love’s so overrated, and we’re all sick of it but we won’t say it.
And I don’t want to posses you, I just wanna be with you, walk with you and talk to you, get lost in the dark sides of you and maybe cry you a river when you leave me.
Then I’ll tell you I am here, and that I hope I will be for a long time;
Tell you that I won’t change my number, or my face,
that I won’t cry at night wondering why destiny set up apart when all we did was try and that I’ll be fine,
and I will,
I’ll kill each and every night, and I’ll convince myself your eyes aren’t that nice.
And when I’m done I’ll be so cynic, I’ll do it again.
