I haven't been this happy in a while. But it feels like last time did, and we all saw how that turned out. Everything seemed perfect, and then I ended up getting hurt again like usual. Serves me right, perfection doesn't exist. If you ever think everything is perfect, you will always be wrong. Although it feels like last time, it doesn't feel perfect. I hope it never does. I like the way things are right now. I like the way they are going.
I hope you're still kissing me in your mind, like you said you were last night. I'm still kissing you in mine.
"Tomorrow I'll miss you, remember I'll always be true"