Time has caught up

Clinging on to my trousers

No more escaping the seconds that have turned into hours

Toss me into your bed of neon painted flowers

I swear by a love that’s creeping into my lungs

Greater than silly hugs & kisses

More than cooking & sharing dirty dishes

Shooting stars and midnight wishes, nothing will compare

I fall for the tiniest of moments: hold my clammy hand, you play with my curly hair…

Love that’s love was love and will forever be the love you know and love, and once it happens, you’ll know cuz it’s love

Promises are extinct

Burn those fairytale pages

Let them go…

La, la, la

We’ll rebel in the freedom of sweet uncertainty and happy accidents