Uhh… Yeah…
As I dream about a dream that I know won’t come true,
I realized that my mind is what I despise, as it constantly reminds me of you.
I need to see a love doctor because my heart is beginning to swell.
Or I’ll be left here with a transparent pain,
Where all the vagabonds dwell.
If I were the water, you would be the well.
You keep me in place, at a certain volume,
Even after Timmy fell.
If I am the tortoise, you are the shell.
You were my impenetrable armor,
Protecting me from every shell.
Though there was no war, the battle-cries we continue to yell.
They say “Love is in the air”…
But I can only retort with “What is that smell?