There’s something really strange about love
There’s an aftertaste that you can’t quite put a label on
There are second thoughts, and change of hearts,
And I change my mind again,
Because love is like the seasons, but you always have your favorite one,
And, mine, is, here, with you.
I speak of things I don’t quite understand at the moment,
And maybe I’m a little bit confused,
My glasses are the tainted shade of rosy colored happiness,
But don’t try to make me see, or teach me lessons I don’t need,
I want to burn my fingers touching all the tiny flames.
I’m watching through the window from the outside,
Pretending I don’t want to see what I really know is bad for me,
But something tells me this could be the day,
When all the red lights change to green,
And all the colors in between
Dance like shadows on the walls of grey,
And all I really need to be
Is who I ever want to see,
In the morning light and the mirrors in my mind,
But you are like the softest bite,
That leaves the deepest scar of teeth marks you can still see in the dark.
There’s something really strange about love
There’s an aftertaste that you can’t quite put a label on
There are second thoughts, and change of hearts,
And I change my mind again,
Because love is like the seasons, but you always have your favorite one,
And, mine, is, here, with you.
