I can see that you're standing right in front of me. Hands open, begging for answers. And i conceide, i'm looking for the same things too. I'm talking about me and you in my head. In my head, where happiness is a victory. In my head, where you can walk for miles in a matter of minutes while looking for a map to find your way. You have such a pretty face, but it's nothing compared to your way of justifying your guilded eyes. And your smile keeps me awake better than drugs. And your way with words is lightyears beyond your age. I'm handing out answers but they don't add up. I'm asking questions i've never thought of before. You are a winter wind running through my body, chilling my spine, stopping my heart but you kept me alive so i can pump my face full of blood when you walk by. You are the cat that caught my toungue and i hope you never let go