Picture perfect painting, put it on a shelf
I am now relating, to my higher self
Bittersweet like a, cool glass of lemonade
Tasty treat but consumed on a rainy day
We walked through a busy high street fair
Like there was nobody there
Your eyes consumed all of my attention
And you became all of my affection
I am your, Infatuated Inhabitant
I am your, infatuated inhabitant
The mirror no longer reflects who I am
A wanderer with no destination, i'm lost
How will you see me when i grow tired?
I'm in love, but what is the cost?
I am your, Infatuated Inhabitant
I am your, infatuated inhabitant