Songs are an escape.
You don't hear the lyrics, you listen to them, and you truly understand the artist and don't feel as alone as you felt when you started the song.
Songs are a type of poetry that has music and is likewise written out of deep emotion.
Not some shallow stupid feeling that's temporary, but a feeling that stays with you for a lifetime

We drink cheap cider under the spell of the moonlight.
Another round of laughter and it'll be time to head home.
So lost in each others eyes we forget whose turn it is to buy.
I will kindly tuck a tress of your hair behind your ear.
You will kindly glance down, your bashful nature coming to light.
My mind races with an eternity of hopes I want to carry on my shoulders for you.
Our tenderfoot hearts pounding swiftly.
My hand will caress your comfortable cheek.
Your hand will lull upon my wrist.
We will meet in the middle and our lips will collide.
Electromagnetic fields will hold us together as we ignite.

I'm awoken to a barren bed and a hollow heart.
Falling back on forever, each time I fall back to sleep.

I can’t remember his dogs name
and I hope that means
eventually I won’t remember his

My stomach is sick, my legs are shaking.
Tell me now, have I lost it all?
Maybe I need to lie down, you've been laying down for me.
Am I going crazy? Have I lost it all?

             I can't help, but lose myself, in you.

You tell me the truth, or so you claim.
Then you go running, back to him.
Maybe I need step back, protect myself.
From being broken, and losing it all.

              I can't help, but lost myself, in you.

                               Tell me what you're thinking.
                                   I've been trying to guess.
                          What's been going on in your head?
                          What's been going on in your head?

What words do you hear when I speak?
And what words have you rendered weak?
What will you do, when the truth, leaves my lips?
Will you stay?

Thunder and lightning,
We were running and hiding,
Redemption is bitter,
When we were lovers in glitter.

What lies have you heard since I left?
And what lies have you spread yourself?
What will you do, when the truth, comes to bite you?
Will you stay?

No more thunder and lightning,
No more running and hiding,
The day is turning grey,
Darling will you stay?