I could be sharing someone else's pillow
And my love for you is better than diamonds
To you, everything I bestow
And tomorrow, I'll be dancin' on my own
And I'll need a kiss for my head that's achin'
And I'll be a hungry dog without a bone
Hoping my place with you's not taken
Kiss me and tell me it's not broken
Kiss me and kiss me 'til I am dead
See, I give you the stars from the bruised evening sky
And a crown of jewels for your head now
For your head now
If I start talking obsessively over Leo, please shoot me. I am no longer in seventh grade, and have therefore moved onto bigger and hotter stars.