Hushed breaths and quiet laughter,
our souls drift downstairs.
The moon has never seemed so dull,
standing beside your half lidded eyes.

Close the curtains and come here,
I want to show you something (more).
I've kinda always loved the way your hair is so dirty-
blonde, I mean.

There's no need to apologize for what I was asking for.
Call me, tomorrow,
when the sky turns aquamarine.
I'll be waiting,
and thinking,
of my ma-gi-cal fingers.

The turtles were laughing,
because they knew how bad I was crushing you.
Let's go back two years ago and see how you like me now.

I can't say I wasn't skeptical,
now that she's gone.

But that feels...really good.