Blurry

Sunrise, looks like just another morning,
Until you open your eyes,
Again, pretty girl, tell me what's on your mind.
I can read the secrets behind your smiles,
It's just that
They're in a different language.

Inches away, breathing steady beauty,
I'll try to keep pace, keep my mind at the ready
Waiting for words,
They'll never come, not now
Don't look away, devious,
I'll never move, if you'll just ask me to stay

You're so perfectly unaware
Of painfully obvious flaws
I can pick in my everything.
But please, continue, gorgeously logical, aesthetic,
I'll reassure you that you're reassuring me,
Because it's so much nicer playing pretend.