We hold hands and they call us lovebirds,

But they are too colorful and noticeable,

Not nearly strong enough as your grip,

As your hands around my waist,

Keeping me from falling (but it's already too late.)

my breakfast cereal used to turn soggy in milk,

and now the flavors blend like a rainbow,

and every time i watch that show,

i wonder what it would be like if i was in your arms,