We are the definition of connection.
When we talk I feel my arm hair dance with
the electric pulse oozing through my body.
Her big eyes and supplie lips evoke a sense
of hard-earned determination.

As we talk through cellular phonse in the depths of the night.
I bite my lip just to know it's real.
She is everything I'm not,
Yet she's everything I yearn for.

We are just two pulsating stars in the sky, admiring each other's glow.
Eventually we'll shoot & grant other peoples' wishes.
But for now we sit, hand on hand.
Connected, together, through the falls of the roller coaster we call life.

Yeah it feels damn good to have someone there for you, lemme tell ya.
But it feels even better to know that she's part of yourself.