• I fell in love with the idea of you
    Sun kissed skin
    Scented with citrus
    Only a fallacy
    Though I know your lips taste
    Of sweet fruit
    When you speak such delicious words

    I gave my heart to a premonition
    What could be
    What should be
    Messages saying "Call Me Now"
    Night talk makes this our hotline
    Dozing off to unfilled prophecy

    I am married to your words
    Wed to vows
    After engaged with conversation
    Mind set with diamonds
    On phone rings
    To the tone of Prototype
    I hope that your the one