I've been dreaming of a place
Where we slow dance in the kitchen in the afternoon
I'm flying down a rabbit hole
This is mad, I'm crazy I know
The table's set for you and me
Let's make the most of this time that we have left
This will be the last time that we talk
Tell me what's lost isn't gone
Your kisses taste like orange
Your face a pantone shade of red
Your hands have me seeing rainbows
I'm dizzy from all the smoke in here, so I
When I can't escape the monster under my bed
I guess I'm superficially
Trying to be a better person
Maybe unsuccessfully so I