Listening to OK Computer,
whilst holding your hand.
Sheets covering our bodies,
your scent in my religion.
Your heartbeat is my favorite sound,
I hope it never stops playing.
Your hair, brown and messy,
looks so cute and your hand
feels so soft.
I have been dying to kiss you
but, I don't know where it comes from.
I am not in love,
am I?
I am just caught up in the moment.
Falling in love with you,
would kill me.
Please, don't let this happen.
Save me from myself and turn your head
to the other side.
