Your kindness is disarming
Your posture reeks of incompetence
The proof is in the panic
Always the first one to descend
Frying rosemary
I look up as he's looking back at me
Looking back at
It's written all over your face
The silhouette with the blurring line
It happened just as I pictured
Our eyes meeting in real-time
Frying rosemary
I look up as he's looking back at me
Looking back at me
