Love gives the best of highs
But also the worst of hangovers.

Call me obsessed, color me consumed
I’ve always been the type to notice
The smell of a rose in bloom,
But let me confess, this is new
You’ve stopped my heart, let it resume
And I, to finish, must tell it true
I’m high on your perfume.

You are my drug of choice
I know you’re no good for me
And though I swear my lips
Will never touch you again
Here we are, here we are.

Sometimes it feels like even if
Every inch of my skin was touching yours
I still wouldn’t be close enough to you.

Like two stars in the depths of the sky
This gravity is just irresistible
We spin around each other, you and I
When I fell for you, I fell into your orbit.

Love starts as a feeling,
But to continue is a choice;
And I find myself choosing you
More and more every day.