I recycle words like music in my head. I can't help the way you make me feel, or so it seems.
Don't you see my eyes shining? Don't you realise my pulse resonates with yours? Don't you realise I miss you when you're right there because I can't live in this moment (no matter how hard I try).
Time always passes so quickly and I'm scrabbling in the dirt for the love you left.
(Tie me up with strawberry laces, I've never been as honest as I am with you)