I want to tell your empty hands
How much I love the touching
I want to tell your stormy eyes
How much I love the looking

I want to wrap my legs around you
I want to pull you in
I want to tell you all my secrets
I want to share my sin

You are not my brother
You are not my lover
You are not my friend

Before I became
Before I was born
Before I lived
Before my world was

You are owls and disco balls
You are funny voices and malt liquor
You are pain without reason
You are me, only better

I am the ugly girl
Looking through a mirror
You are beauty
Staring back at me.