Trying my best, make a good impact
but can't stop glancing at the ceiling
avoiding intense eyecontact
what a frustrating feeling

No complications no nothing like that
just as light as a fucking dream
breathless and blushed I just sat
like stabbed with an emotional beam

Pleasure is led by confusion
and you slipped out of my snare
perhaps it was all an illusion
whatever, it's not like I care


/ By Melissa
för på söndagskvällar är det okej att vara lite töntigt poetisk
och rimma på varannan rad