Our Emotional Trinkets
Vexed
Drift across the floor
Dancing on air
To her beauty
Nothing compares
Intimate emotions
Often times shared
In warm stomach butterflies
And innocent fears
Don't you worry girl
His eyes are in a stare
Vexed to be sincere
She fixes her lip line
Ignorance repaired
In the broken glass
She weeps her tears
Emptiness confined
Does he even care
Open up his heart to hear
Monologue impaired
Don't you worry girl
His eyes are in vexed a stare
Vow to be sincere
His eyes are vexed to be sincere
From Letras Mania