::stretti dal vento

And I try but i’m not convincing.
Your lips, they pout and twist and I die trying just to keep myself from kissing you.
You take in everything with a certainty I envy.
It’s somehow all I need, just keep me guessing please.

Darling, all of these awkward, jump-start, stalling conversations mean much more to me than anything.
It comes down to me and you and whether we’re supposed to or not, we still will, we’re so much better off than them

All the possibility and promise just weighs on me so heavily…