I want to scream outloud that you caught my eye.
Nothing can ever make me this high.
I’m a raising treetop,
a floating tower in the sky.
I’m drowning in words and has-beens,
in words I should’ve said.
Your face makes my eyes turn red,
I don’t ever want to stop again.
You’re my firefly.
A star in the sky,
princess turned bride.
You’re my firefly.
And by saying your name,
you make me sing.
You’re my Evangeline;
you’re my Kimberly.
I’m just a swamp frog,
A good-for-nothing you don’t need.
Make me write, make me fight, make me sing; feel alright.
The leaves in my brain are covered in ink.
Burn me under starlight.
A simple line for a blushing sight.
Holding vines deeply intertwined.
Your hand in mine.
I’ll make you mine.
I’ll make you mine.