Your loud whispers through the phone,
Your vibrant laugh that feels like home,
Your soothing voice that keeps me high,
You don't know, you give me butterflies.
But why of all the people, why you?
All the mixed signals are too good to be true.
I guess I'm not as literate as I think I am
Because I can't read the lines
even if I try as hard as I can
Maybe we're both scared?
Of what its gonna be?
If it's gonna turn out a happily ever after
Or we're just gonna be another tragedy,
yet beautiful disaster.
