Waking up to a coffee and a cigarette, You turning on my favourite playlist. I swear you are the sweetest thing I've ever met. No Areosmith reference, pure truth in a blissful haze. Look at me through the sunshine of the day, Your eyes at half mass blow me away. I wish there was a proper name, Everything erupting all too Hallmark, taints it, makes it the same. You are a different kind of pretty. Stay around for a while, don't leave my side. Let's play reality, dream of mash potato skies.