For rhythm, think Buddy Holly..
I admit it’s kinda neat,
Your smile makes my heart skip beats.
Inside, a heat we all mostly know,
Radiates a warmth and glow.
But there’s one thing that I since learned,
As least as far as you’re concerned,
This heart of mine is way past warm,
It’s completely burned and torn.
Maybe because I just started smoking,
I only took it up to stop myself choking,
When I think you see me, but you never do,
I burn my way through a packet or two.
One good thing about fucking my lungs,
The chances increase that I’m dying young.
The sooner that I get to depart,
The sooner ends the pain in my heart.
If I’m to go by slow destruction,
Let it be from internal combustion,
Burn me up, burn me in,
I just don’t know where the flames begin.
Melody, do you see the stars tonight?
I want to say they shine only for you.
But we both believe in facts and science,
We know that this simply isn’t true.
Melody, can you feel the breeze tonight?
Explainable, yet so oft misunderstood?
I’d say it blew just for you my love,
And disbelieve in science if we could.
Melody, can you not feel my heart pounding?
I would swear that each beat is for you.
And despite any proof of dispute there in science,
Come to you, I’m not sure that they’re sure it’s not true.
I think it could be rather fine,
If you allowed me to waste your time.
There’s a trick when there is time to waste,
But you may like it once you try a taste.
It’s rather dull when you’re alone,
Wasting all that time all on your own.
But if I waste my time with yours,
It no longer rains, it pours!
Running out in the pouring rain,
Laughing like we’re both insane,
Wasting time, side by side,
The world gets wonder multiplied.
All these things and more to do,
When wasted time is times by two,
So please let me waste all your time,
And I promise I’ll let you waste mine.
Flown to southern lands,
Settles down with healing hands.
Perfection perching in a tree,
Too high for such as me.
You just do what you do.
And I can’t help having
Feelings for you.
So (don’t?) stay away.
I’d be lying if I said
I wanted to,
Because all I
Want is you.
I heard once,
Diamond was the hardest thing on earth.
I think they’re wrong,
Just my opinion, but for what it’s worth,
The hardest thing in any place,
Is resisting confessing to your face
That I think I love you.
By far the hardest thing to do..
Could cleave a diamond right in two.
The only thing that could be harder than that bit..
Is going through and saying it.