My madness, tall and tepid.
I hunger for one last kiss.
No longer level headed.
Blinded by my thirst for bliss.
Burn through me, ‘til I’m embers.
Azul eyes. My soul is screaming.
Sweet winds, sunsets, September,
Autumn time, and I’m reeling.
Betray myself to love you.
Dreaming that you will come true.
Hooked on this hysteria.
I’m a fool to want you, blue.
Pity me, I need you, blue.