baby, it's cold outside.

when you talk to me, this is how i feel inside.
like millions of tiny sparkles being ignited by the light.

like thousands of little faeries flying in the night.
like God is throwing confetti on our conversation, trying to tell us this is right.

i pretend that every one of those sparkles is a star shining bright.
and i wish for you to talk to me on every single one in sight.

because when you talk to me, i feel like this inside.