#8

And what you thought you lost was just mislaid

And all the poems written in your skin

Pull the blindfold down So your eyes can’t see Now run as fast as you can

Through this field of trees

i feel emotional landscapes they puzzle me

One day I'll grow up, of this I'm sure.

Oh.. I do love you

How can it feel, this wrong From this moment How can it feel, this wrong

I kiss you On the brain In the shadow Of the train

We fight, we break up We kiss, we make up