Unreal city

Unreal. Everything so unreal. This saturday morning, your hands, your lips, your shirt. Your voice in my ear.
As if it didn't happen. As if I wasn't lying in your bed.
One day and one night is not enough to believe that you are real.

I'm a rabbit in your headlights, scared of the spotlight

Hah, looks like I overreacted again.
And well, that completely explains why I don't like falling in love. I'm getting overemotional.
Damn it, I can't be a rabbit, I can't allow myself to be a rabbit. I'm an owl. Someone has to be a beast of prey in this relationship.