I was waiting for your call after my little surprise to your place, with the little presents I bought you. The pink mp3 player you got me served its full purpose as I journeyed home in the 21 we always take. The sad songs played on. I try steering away from pessimism. You don't deserve the harbouring of bad thoughts.

So I shuffle through the tracks in the list and found many that sang of love. I stopped tracking on.

It is so hard to stay negative, when all you're doing now is to stay.

How can my knees not go weak, when your lips are burning so close.