endless scrolls

looking in your eyes, i see there's something,
and sometimes i feel there's a thing.
but in the end, there's just one thing,
and one thing only...
NOTHING.

it's 4 in the morning,
just like what gwen stefani used to sing,
sometimes i feel nothing,
but most of the time, i could feel there's this thing.

it may rhymes like a poetry,
just like the dancing tree.
guess i should start to flee,
wouldn't want to be your bumble bee.

first time is always something,
the next time is nothing.
affectionate is not everything,
but it's always something.