halfway

Little daydreams, pretty love scenes

Keep me up much too late

Conversations, adorations

Can a touch intoxicate

You're building castles in a wandering mind

They're the color of your rainy eyes

I think of you much too much tonight

I could say I love you but what good would it do

I'd rather break my brittle bones and beat my arms black and blue

Than have to watch you try to find some pretty words you could say

To cushion the blow, when you let me know you don't feel the same