Uttered conceptions of a missing completion,
I'm a road that you'll be on awhile
A subtle insertion of the windiest seasons,
but I'm the opera that still made you smile

Could I feel like you want me?
Just begging to beg you,
running circles around who I am...
A lift from beneath me,
to fall right inside of you,
confusing my being again...

Warmed perspectives of unwanted disposition
Am I child that needs your attention?
Consider my obsession just a drunken confession,
waiting on a friend's intervention...