Kiss me, I'll never tell.

I'm frequently lost, and perpetually confused. 

I'm forever chasing the wrong kind of right. It perplexes me as to whether it's me who's looking for those kind of complications, just to feel intrigued...inspired...interested. I'm caught up in all the nostalgic nuances that remind me of a happiness awoken through raw realities and inhibitions. I want to believe that there could be something...something clear, someone who makes sense to me. 

And yet, I'm stuck in a daydream... All of me trapped, still wanting all of you. 

Because people never moved like us. You've got me under a spell. So, kiss me - I'll never tell.