its fascinating how when im trying
and searching for the words to describe
this math equation that you're relating
that word to me through synpases fire

its so disheartening how when im dying
and gasping for the air to survive
that you lean over and i fall apart
cause ive got nowhere to run this time

the kiss i missed is killing me
i wax emotion on a balcony
the kiss we missed is killing me
emotions waxed on a balcony

its complicated and so belated who'd have thought here under the moon that we'd start something i'd given up and fall to shards on the ground of my room

the kiss i missed is killing me