Who was it Am I asleep I snuck down the stairs to your room As we sit cross legged and my snuggle siren is Bursting in it's nice to see you this much They'll seal a fix in my heart It's a fix in the middle of the most distinct compassion And the irony is everything will end It's the act of love that will see it through Until you celebrate Kiss the air Blow bubbles See the eye on you pass backwards Smile to the onlooker All I All that I can dream up I can be anything and You can still be exclusive Put an end to the extra nonsense The extra nonsense Next time you compete Expect good things If you want it you get it Opened it up and often Infinite and into Expect to Open up and Into the light Wish for nothing Wish for who you are