December looks like you, elegant, bright, calm,
Like life taking pause,

It looks around this landscape, so keen,
Not everyone can take my prose,

This affinity, infinite, i can't take my eyes off you

The Wonderville sign is behind me, she swings of sour lovers, the swing in your hips skipped that beat,

So strange, emotions, they live in our muscles,
They hold our souls dear, that purple neon sign, the curls in your hair,

It was like some kind of magic, laced amber and caramel skin, like my heart couldn't take it, my breath ragged and thin,

I could whisper tommorow, you'll say I'll be there, today I found sorrow, and you found me there,

The sign, inert, purple waves, weaving synthetic beats below, its been hours, no minutes, yes years, my mouth a torrent of slick venomous verbal diarrhea, smooth- like sandpaper,

I wanted you to want me the way I wanted you,
You wanted me to kiss you,

I see you draped in that electric radiance,
The walls of wonderville drenched in the essence of you,

Until I see you again, gosh I hope i do.