You make me feel like I'm floating into space without a spacesuit.
Or sinking in a bottomless sea, a sea the color of your eyes
If only Cupid would target practice somewhere else, and stop pestering me.
But it looks like I'm already shot, straight through the heart, I envy
All the other girls you blow through, who all get to taste your cigarette breath.
I thought people could only haunt you in death.
You've proven that so wrong.
I think I see your face in the crowd, and my world lights up like a lightning strike.
You are a storm, so beautiful but war-like at the same time.
If you're a storm then I'm a storm chaser, willing to take the risk of running after you.
I'll chase you forever.