Dream of you
Think of you
Your lips on my mind
Heh, your lips somewhere else.
Mistakes we made
Knew we were making
Words we didn’t listen to,
My conscience from thence forward you are.
My body temperature
The angst
The excitement
The downfall.
Holidays forward,
The summer back.
What more to do
Prove, prove, prove
Point a finger
Do what’s right.
There’s plenty of time for passion.