Lips Are Lips

We listen to songs that are familiar because they make us feel like someone. This song reminds me of you, a whirlwind of something or other that I can never quite grab. There's a fire that burns around your eyes and I really wish I couldn't see it, not when I worry that you're looking in the wrong direction. Eyes are eyes, but lips are lips and they wander too much in my opinion. I should learn to keep my mouth shut, because they don't make strong enough tape these days. Friendship isn't a word anymore; it's a feeling, an open field with fresh smiling daises in one corner and fried autumn grass in the other. Which one am I standing in?