Pretty words tonight
just taking up the air,
pretty words tonight
almost feel like a dare.

I could love you or leave you,
hate you or just be me.
But the end result is something
you would never expect to see.

Pleasant days
and dreams of rain.

Hold tight to your steady course
bursting forth on ahead.

You might have miss the point,
unless you actually looked for once.
Bothered to see something deeper
that is beyond your own pretentiously
venomous lips.