Stockholm

You're no good for me but I stay with you. I'm your hostage but I think I love you. My take on Stockholm Syndrome.

I have been to Stockholm

Kinda cold

chill, fresh, breezy

The rest of the world

just across the sea

The whole time

the sky was gray

mixed with a bit of 

blue, 

Blue and

you

Everywhere I look

I see your extraterrestrial eyes

You don't belong here on the Earth

You deserve so much more

even if you think I'm not that smart

That's okay

I always agree with you

In the sea of fair skin

and fair, golden hair

you were a raven

with deadly eyes

that I fell in love with

nonetheless

Today you bruise my face

but I know,

 tomorrow you'll kiss the same spot you injured

Today you tell me I annoy you

but I know,

  tomorrow you'll laugh at my jokes

Today you hate on my flaws

but I know,

  tomorrow you'll confess your endless love

I've always been an optimist

a dreamer

a hopeless romantic

Maybe that's why I love our tomorrow

more than our today

I fear no beast

I fear no monster

but the man behind your

mask

deserves an Oscar

I have a one-way ticket to the sunny Mediterranean

I'm thinking of going back 

but the only home I've ever known

was in Stockholm with you

So I think I'll stay

at least until May

If it doesn't get warmer

and the ice doesn't melt

in Stockholm

(in your embrace)

(in your heart)

(in your words)

I guess I will have to go