Tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the milky way
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?
Even the lowest whisper can be heard—over armies—when it's telling the truth.
I'm a hopeless romantic.
You're a terrible flirt.
Cool and unfazed,
you're always amazed
when someone gets hurt.
I live on the blue planet
that I saw in your eyes,
but now I can't stay
knowing it's made
of beautiful lies.