There’s nothing that compares to a quiet room
In the middle of a party.
I never said that the room itself
Would be at the venue. Proms
And queens are overrated,
Just like confessions
Under a full moon. If you truly loved me,
I bet you would not dare
To confine me to some dull cliché.
I never thought the moon to be
As the rising sun.
Because the moon is symbolic of
But the rising sun
Will always come back
To haunt us.