My temperature starts to rise
every time im
talking with you-
doesnt matter if its rain or shine.
Without warning you come through
and catch me walking on air,
theres no sense in tryna hide it:
your words are always getting me high.
High, and im beside myself,
but instead im picturing You beside me.
Tell me,
in the right lighting,
could you maybe picture Us too?
Yeah, i know it might seem Mad,
but i swear its a product of Insight:
its a clear View when i see you,
and it stays true-
no matter if its rain or shine!
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