White long sleeve,
Cut grass green in the lamp light.
Still damp hair,
How I stared at you all night.
Wrinkled fabric,
Slanted smile thrown my way.
Curious eyes,
They meet mine and I choke in disarray.
Cut grass green in the lamp light.
Still damp hair,
How I stared at you all night.
Wrinkled fabric,
Slanted smile thrown my way.
Curious eyes,
They meet mine and I choke in disarray.
It's been a year since I fell almost in love,
Now I'm left with just a phantom of what was.
Sometimes on the breeze, I catch the
Scent of your detergent.
Breaking my good streak, it's just enough.
I recall the subtle, lovely scent of your detergent.
You're not here, but somehow it's enough.
How I long
To feel your perfect figure.
Rosy cheeks,
Feel your heat in the winter.
Thoughtless statement,
Nothing to you, but to me the world.
Adoration you would not know,
Let alone would return.
It's been a year since I fell almost in love,
Now I faintly long for what there never was.
Haven't seen you, but I swear
I still smell your detergent.
It makes me wish I could have been enough.
I realize that the scent was only my imagination,
Like the notion I could be your love.
Oh, I miss
Your sweet touch I never felt.
Oh, I miss
The way you made me feel unwell.
I miss the momentary high while
Simultaneously drained.
Oh, I wish,
I'd give anything,
For you to feel the same.
When I hold my breath
There's still the scent of your detergent.
Can't have more,
It's always been enough.
I recall the suffocating scent of your detergent,
To drown myself in it would be enough