you have no idea
that you paint your walls
in the color of my eyes
so you can secretly know
that I am with you
when you need to sleep well
when you need to be yourself
when you need to calm down
we used to call it a mystery
we used to not know
we got caught up in our history
the guessing games shall go
you have no idea
that the merry go round is home
and misery is sown
deep in our souls
until we settle for the things
that keep us apart
when we feel invisible
when we want to be seen
when we don’t want to look anymore
we used up our cards
our greatest memories so far
moments of silence in the dark
glimpses of the real truth
sneak previews of love
you have no idea
why we must only be friends
when there is no beginnings
when there is no ends
or why I can be your perfect drug
or what would happen to me
if I bottled it all up
and what would happen to you
if I never lit you up
if I never lit you up