1, 2, Future.
My legs shake under the pressure of the pleasure that you bring to me.
You make me weak in my already-weak-knees,
when you make me sea sick,
sick from seeing myself all new.
You've shown me:
I am a firework.
You look at me and I am but a small spark,
but when you take in the whole picture, baby, I'll light up the whole night sky.
Let me in,
I'll hit the ceiling and catch your world on fire.
I'll disintegrate every piece of your broke past.
You said to me, " I didn't want it
Anyway."
You should know:
I used to count sheep when I couldn't rest my eyes under the moon,
but since I've loved you I started counting the minutes
I lay awake in my safety-blanket without you,
because every 60 seconds I'm alone brings me melancholy
with the knowledge of it being a minutes of my life without you,
but with every minute that passes I am also brought hope
that I am a minute closer to spending my life with you.
And having days,
like days spent in the shade, under a tree at the park,
even though we both hate public places.
And dealing with days we spend in the quiet, hushed places of our heart,
that I call unhappiness.
But also having days where we only have to look at each other
to bring us back to the happiness, and back to the clouds.
I know, we'll spend too much time on the ground,
and we'll forget the wings that love has granted us,
I know we'll spend too much time taking advantage of our wings,
and we'll fly away to places, and away from each other.
We both get home sick so easy, so I have faith we'll always come back home.
You make me weak in my already-weak-knees,
when you make me sea sick,
sick from seeing myself all new.
You've shown me:
I am a firework.
You look at me and I am but a small spark,
but when you take in the whole picture, baby, I'll light up the whole night sky.
Let me in,
I'll hit the ceiling and catch your world on fire.
I'll disintegrate every piece of your broke past.
You said to me, " I didn't want it
Anyway."
You should know:
I used to count sheep when I couldn't rest my eyes under the moon,
but since I've loved you I started counting the minutes
I lay awake in my safety-blanket without you,
because every 60 seconds I'm alone brings me melancholy
with the knowledge of it being a minutes of my life without you,
but with every minute that passes I am also brought hope
that I am a minute closer to spending my life with you.
And having days,
like days spent in the shade, under a tree at the park,
even though we both hate public places.
And dealing with days we spend in the quiet, hushed places of our heart,
that I call unhappiness.
But also having days where we only have to look at each other
to bring us back to the happiness, and back to the clouds.
I know, we'll spend too much time on the ground,
and we'll forget the wings that love has granted us,
I know we'll spend too much time taking advantage of our wings,
and we'll fly away to places, and away from each other.
We both get home sick so easy, so I have faith we'll always come back home.