Tracing the ways around your mouth to your eyes, I am so, so sold on yourself. Will ever a day come boiling abound when you can't face my way? Something so aligned. No way around the end. I already know. You could be out of frame and off the screen, still you reach me. Your muddy blue's and caramel, compact and pristine. All for me. Something so aligned. No way around the end. I already know.