wanderlust. musings of a perpetual wanderer...

comparisons are easily done
once you’ve had a taste of perfection
like an apple hanging from a tree
i picked the ripest one
i still got the seed

you said move on
where do i go
i guess second best
is all i will know

cause when i’m with him
i am thinking of you
thinking of you
what do i do? if
you were the one
who was spending the night
oh i wish that i
was looking into your eyes

you’re like an indian summer
in the dead of winter
like a hard candy
with a surprise center
how do i get better
once i’ve had the best
you said there’s
tons of fish in the water
so the waters i will test

he kissed my lips
i taste your mouth
he pulled me in
i was disgusted with myself

cause when i’m with him
i am thinking of you
thinking of you
what do i do? if
you were the one
who was spending the night
oh i wish that i
was looking into…

you’re the best
and yes i do regret
how i could let myself
let you go
now the lesson’s learned
i touched it i was burned
oh i think you should know

oh won’t you walk through
and bust in the door
and take me away
oh no more mistakes
cause in your eyes i’d like to stay…