You sing to yourself
To keep from crying over
Someone unworthy
You sing to yourself
To keep from crying over
Someone unworthy
I’ve seen you before
Always been too shy to say
You are beautiful

A Christmas story
Filled with mistletoes and games
Only lovers play
It’s an enigma
The voodoo I spin on you
Turns us inside out

Two beings trapped on
An island of butterflies
Singing sad love songs
I remember when
I would dance alone with you
On my mind all night

Almond milk kisses
On a matcha latte noon
With a side of toast

I have a secret
Lover who I can call on
To clean my dishes
I see a mean grinch
A boy whose never felt loved
Knows nothing of love
Nothing else mattered
For he took comfort in her
Fire and lightning