its fascinating how when im trying    and searching for the words to describe   this math equation that you're relating   that word to me through synpases fire      its so disheartening how when im dying   and gasping for the air to survive   that you lean over and i fall apart   cause ive got nowhere to run this time      the kiss i missed is killing me   i wax emotion on a balcony   the kiss we missed is killing me   emotions waxed on a balcony      its complicated and so belated who'd have thought here under the moon that we'd start something i'd given up and fall to shards on the ground of my room      the kiss i missed is killing me