I die every night thinking of that face The memory of those lipsĀ The sight of them as you spoke Willing hard to get that out of my mind Surprisingly doesn't seem to work And I haven't kissed that sight goodbye yet It's been months in real, and decades in my head. Left me wondering what it is like To know you the way I wish to To be a part of you To feel the world around me freeze As I feel those lips on mine, Probably like Sugar and Strawberries? Hell yes, it's worth the wait, To let that taste linger on my tongue To treat myself to a holiday.