Ode To The Second Hour by Chiodos
Look at those fears we share,
It seems to be nothing,
But we had a heart attack,
And I find myself making a puddle, oh no.
Your immaculate eyes connecting with mine
Was enough to make me crave my feelings to intertwine.
But you're too beautiful,
I can never compare with your picture perfect smile,
And flowing brown hair.
No one will be able to give you what you deserve.
(No one will be)
In the meantime, I sit around,
Thinking of you, dreaming of your touch,
And what it must be like
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