Wake Me Up.

I should ink my skin with your name. Take my passport out again, just replace it. See, I could do without a tan on my left hand where my fourth finger meets my knuckle. And I could run you a hot bath, and fill it up with bubbles. Maybe you're loveable. Maybe you're my snowflake, when your eyes turn from green to grey in the winter I'll hold you in a cold place. You should never cut your hair, 'cause I love the way you flick it off your shoulder. You will never know just how beautiful you are to me, but maybe I'm just in love when you wake me up.