On this piece of white paper,
I am the blue lines that ink writes on.
You are the red, thin margin that keeps me in line,
And the pen that brings us together is our bond — our love.
Together in our notebook,
We write out our journeys.
By flipping page-by-page, W
e see something special.
A special something that is ominous —
It's so magical that neither of us expected it to be true.
We were once alone when we didn't express our words,
Just follow my pen, baby.
Together, I'll write us a sentence to hold onto forever.
I am the blue lines that ink writes on.
You are the red, thin margin that keeps me in line,
And the pen that brings us together is our bond — our love.
Together in our notebook,
We write out our journeys.
By flipping page-by-page, W
e see something special.
A special something that is ominous —
It's so magical that neither of us expected it to be true.
We were once alone when we didn't express our words,
Just follow my pen, baby.
Together, I'll write us a sentence to hold onto forever.