The Sixth Of May

It was on a day like today
But it was really like tomorrow
It was slightly more ordinary
And greatly more extraordinary
It was a little more warmer
And a lot more hotter
It was planned for other days
But it was really tomorrow
Who knew pinkies could mean so much
When words could say so little
Because the only regrets
Would be the answers said too softly
Phrases like a thousand and yes
And even because I love you
And who knew that lips once useless
Once incapable of forming thoughts
Would help you feel alive
And become the only thing that matters
How did it end up like this
I'll never be what you want
But stop talking that blah
Cause if I said I want your body now
Try not to wake me