Perfect strangers

The friction of my thoughts of being with you have set me afire. With desire I sit idle as bask in your awesomeness.
For a moment I forget your not mine nor coming home with me so I cant give you what Ive been thinking for all day.
In more ways then one I figured we can do more things called fun. After Im done we can decide if my team can give yours a playoff run.
TO the championship Im tryna go.
Where the seat is my face and the home crowd wants your overflow. You may never know what will be expected
you belong to him and i to she.
In the perfect world we'd make the perfect sounds and Ill have the perfect words to say , or we'll just simply be who we are now
.....and thats perfect strangers