I woke up with 1000 songs in my head, And I only spent a moment with you.

I can't remember the last time I felt this happy

I'm so in love that i don't really care that he's talking

he holds my hand with such a delicacy and tenderness,

it feels like I'm sinking it in a bowl of holy water. being in love makes you believe in something divine and stronger,

although you were raised not believing in anything at all.

like a little kid, you still feel small.

and holds me like my body is fully made of porcelain and he's terrified of breaking me apart. but, i know that if he ever does, he will be able to put me back together like a work of art.

how come i woke up with 1000 songs in my head after i only spent a moment with him?

what's worse, i don't know what will become of me once we see each other again, and again, and again, and again.

after the first taste, we become addicted to sin

this love is illicit, a trap, is dangerous and insecure and unidentified.

we made the choice in our heads,

we still have to move with careful steps

because if it's wrong, why does it feel so right?