points of view

i'm impossible, she's exciting, bound together with joined up writing, in the church i heard a bell ring, in a bar, i heard a girl sing, she sings solo, i see double, moments vanish, her love so subtle, i went home, it's not surprising, words were few and realizing, i was deep in my points of view, so interested to talk to you, talk to you, talk to you, talk to you, talk to you, she' s romantic and i'm selected, glances swapped and thoughts collected, by her song, it's not her singing, words were few, the bell was ringing, on the table my cards are shuffled, words take time to get so muddled, i'm off home, 'm shy but eager, tomorrow comes, i hope to see her, on the stage with her velvet voice, though some would say that it's just a noise, just a noise, just a noise, just a noise, just a noise, i bit off more than i could chew, so interested in my points of view, trial and jury swear on the bible, i'm too drunk and unreliable, i'm too drunk for conversation, though i wait for invitation, she's exciting i'm uninvited, fifteen rounds, this love i've fighted, i'll walk home and curse the heavens, lost on points, my heart was flattened, maybe she had other things to do, and didn't want any points of view, points of view, points of view, points of view, points of view, maybe she had other things to do, and didn't want any points of view,