Ghost kisses across my skin,
Gleaming white from the blade,
Music notes seeping out under my sleeves,
The days I cut with rib-bones like a knife,
They dreamed they could save me,
Drag me from the depths of my self-hate sea

I said I was made of stars, they burned bright,
In phosphenes and fluorescents in the night

Said love could save me, be the one thing that wouldn't hurt
Only self love saved me, though I'm content to have the memory of notes unsung,
Of nights unspent,
Of kisses too long ago to have had,
to have burned.

I know you think I'm a devil in an angel's skin,
Wanna fight a holy war, that you'll never win.
Trynna fight hellfire, with the flames of your desire,
Tempt me with the promises of original sin.

Think you can tame me but the odds are out
Keep sayin' you'll save me that's not what I'm about
Oh but you're still by me and keeping score
Baby I'm just human and I'm nothing more

Tickle me pink and,
Paint me in orange, I
Want warm colors,
While I laugh out the storm I,
Want to roll down green hills,
And bathe in brown dust and,
Cry neon-yellow, if I want to,
Well I will, just

Let's swim in the blue,
And stare up at the grey,
Watercolor the town red,
For another purple day.

There're torn pages, fire licking, floating through the air,
Naught save ashes, paper, charred on the ground
There's no way to read them now

I admit, the first light, flame, flicker, wasn't easy
I was guarded and yet unburned,

But the second light, that one was easier,
And it seared my skin, as well as within me,
Carving out this hole, well it hurt

It was never you. See, you don't exist.
But the people who love you,
Who feel much like this,
Write words you might say,
And things you might do

If you were real enough to help a girl
Find meaning from loss, and uncurl from the pain,
And return to the world
And see, wondering makes me feel
What if you were real? And what if I remain?

There are people who help others, through stories of you.
And I think you'd be proud. If you were real. If you knew.

The day I wear my blue dress-
My hair up in a braid.
Those dark blue heels on my feet,
And dark veil held by bridesmaid,

The day I step under the trellis,
To the altar surrounded by men,
The priest, and groomsmen,
That day, beneath the sun, well it's...

The day I'll cry, walking down a white carpet,
Blue sweetpea, forget-me-not, cornflower, in my grasp,
I'll stand before matching eyes, and of his heart
I will only hedge to ask

That he love me, in provision, in familial, in sickness,
In health,
For immer and for the poor side of wealth,
For all our days, and the rest...

That the day I'll be wed,
Not far after the day we'll have met,
I will finally let the one who loves me true,
Be the one where the words, will finally be said.
In the way only we can say "I do"