It's too soon,
but I can't help but stare at you.
In the light reflected off the moon.
Can someone kill me now?
Can someone kill me now? Oh no.
Well so what,
since when have I ever cared enough?
we both know you're made of sterner stuff.
Just stare at the silver screen.
lord knows I've pages worth of them.
You're just a single line I've highlighted.
How I wish I was born into politics,
I would make sure every cough and nervous tick,
was hidden from the press and the journalists
My time in office would be scandalous.