lying in mind, grasping the edge, touching myself while playing in revenge
they say it’s fate but sometimes you need to wait
i stand at the gate, yet heaven won’t allow
the sins i could only wish away
the day, our moment so frivolous in its notion
your potions so strong, i’m holding the rope and fuck, i’m so strung
you have the knife, i have the pain
in bed, fan in my face, the way i said your name
hold my body, hold my crazy
i’ve got my baby, but everything’s hazy
the dissolution in the air, the way you kissed my ears
i’ve got your fears and they’re all here
but i’m laid out, i promise there’s trust within my route
everything you heard, i’ll keep you grounded
that polo, your outfit – i’m at the top of the mountain
sprinkling every fear, the tears, wondering if one day, some day
before your teeth decay and the bugs play
that the passion will no longer be a question and the essence will be in your possession and you’ll finally understand the metaphor that is heaven