I wish I was evil,
so I’d steal you a kiss.
And I wish I was pretty, so
you’d laugh about it.
I wish you could see the ceilings we paint in my dreams.
I wish you could feel the rythm that you cause in me.
You say it’s “ok”, well, what else could it be?
If you never give me the attention I need
and I will never find it anywhere else but here.