this girl.

On the crevice of my tongue sits recycled tales of you and me,

From across the room,

It seems you are light-years away from my touch,

My hairs sit on end,

I've felt this feeling just as intensely before,

A newness that comes with fine age,

Revealing a different face with a unique attraction when another door is carefully opened,

If I don't act now,

Then please understand I'm not the man I will yet become,

If I don't act now,

Then please wait for the next train filled with souls,

Because I won't miss your divine being in the next lifetime,

Never making the same mistake twice,

Never the same mistake

Twice