Verse 1:
Met at a dinky diner downtown,
whisked me awake, awake with your smile all around.
Hearing you speak made everything spin,
heart raced on and on like a champion for the win.
Chorus:
So hold me tight through the night,
‘cause I don’t wanna fight you anymore.
I just want us to finally be alright,
calm, cool and happily protected.
Verse 2:
Guess we were just made for a simple season,
‘cause heartstring wasn’t meant for fickle teasing.
Future screams with fright for moving on,
dang, I stayed awake until another dawn.
Bridge:
Day and night dreaming of you.
Or am I screaming at me?
Screaming at me?
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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