“The TV doesn’t work; lets just watch each other instead.”

I heard you went to outer space, and while you dreamt – the planets and galaxies whispered my name.

She’s not your unicorn. She’s her own mother fucking dragon.

You and I flirt in ways they don’t know exist.

You look at me like supper, and I just want to be your last one this time.

You’re living the skyscraper life up high just so your ego can soar high.

You come back to ask me if I’m happy, and it shows me its you who isn’t.

We don’t belong to anyone. Half the time we don’t even belong to ourselves.

He says he wants to take me to Paris – but I see Amsterdam in his eyes.

Boys with skeletons in their closets – they make skeletons out of girls.

Lets admit it: we all play the game of hide and seek fairly well.

Please – stop living in boxes where you can’t breathe.

I want your madness, only if you promise to be mad about me.

I love things that smell like fire and taste like fumes: you.

We both chased our dreams and our dreams chased us. Yet we forgot to chase each other.

He wears a smile as bright as the heaven he fell from.

He’s my red adrenaline sky, but I just prayer he never paints me blue.

Isn’t she lovely made from love?

You and I flirt in ways they don’t know exist.

How can you be in hell while you are in my heart?

Sure, there are oceans and seas and magnificent things – but none of them are you.

We commit vanishing acts when things get too close. We flirt like lovers and love like ghosts.

When i started flirting with the hustle, failure became my ex, now I’m engaged to the game and married to success.

So baby don’t go home, I don’t wanna spend tonight alone.

I love, You love, This love – We’re professional.