Asymptote

I know
you've got everything and even more.
My home,
you got a tendency to leave me wanting more.
I ask
"what does it mean kissing under the lanterns?"
Starry sky,
you say "it's just you looking pretty in the moonlight".
 
I can only guess where it leads,
but I hope you'll see me in your wildest dreams.
Something's gonna happen next.
 
I know you're right time, right thing left to decide,
and I walk my thin line, my age - quite countless time.
And all your x's you keep,
could they all be mine?
Your graphs, that you brought,
my curves,
your asymptote.
 
You hold that proud look, science lab, suspicious gaze,
and I keep my NOS3 oh, synthase,
and I'd tell you thousand stories, but all I could see -
the graphs you brought,
my curves,
your asymptote.
 
Intertwined.
Just for a moment it's just not enough.
Little lies,
you told me something, but it's not what you thought of.
My theroies,
oh, could they ever be half as your queries?
 
I say you know we both went a little insane,
if nothing ever saves the day
could we ignite the kinda flame?
 
You got this strong hand, wide eyes, manners I rate,
and I got my night time, night shifts I wish you could praise.
I'd run the street to touch you, passing my note,
but in the graphs you brought -
my curves,
your asymptote.
 
You got it right.
You got it right.
For the first time
I got it right.
 
You got equations, lines, points to identify,
and I got that white coat, syringes are my paradigm.
If you could feel that goddamn lump in my throat -
you'd break the rules,
Oh, your asymptote.

And you got these chasing dreams in the chaos of ease,
and I use my schemes, the billboards, red carpet streets,
so point your arrow, take aim, strike a chord.
My curves,
your asymptote.