Finding Paris

 The smell of croissants pouring out of bakery windows.

I came here to find love not pastries. 

The 7am blues hits really hard in the city of love when you're all alone. 

Surrounded by love and lovers and constant reminders of love. 

I'm looking for someone who will be there through my 1am heartaches. 

My 2am stomach aches. 

My 3am 4am 5am heartaches. 

Someone who will sit with me in a cafe sipping some kind of crappy tea talking about god knows what.

   I'm lost in Paris and i'm waiting for love to find me.

   I lost my heart in Paris and i'm waiting for someone to find it.