the light reflects off our infraction,
i've tired out, and your reaction
it pushes back as tired as i am.
my reds absorb as blues bounce off you,
i am the prism that makes you split,
you are the moisture in my atmosphere;
you light it all up again.
and as i think, my brain synapses.
my rubber soles can't keep me grounded
(not like you can).
we kiss before i'm overloaded
a full circuit that completes my thoughts.
i get so high before condencing
and when i rain, you light me up.