Make me a love song.
Strum on my heart, hear him sing.
Let music be heard.
It’s always been us:
I love you, and you love him -
An awesome threesome.
Here we are again.
Untrusting, unforgiving -
we’re back to square one.
Everyone’s asking,
What would my future look like?
Old. Happy. With you.
Perfect kind of date -
in PJs, warm blankets, food,
us and Wong Kar-wai.
And someday we’ll meet,
In a perfect time, and place.
You. Me. No one else.
Lost without your love.
Don’t know where to go or start.
Be my northern star.