Holy verses in her kiss She was your bible You found nature in her lips Her love was tribal She gave purpose to your hips Your soul's revival
Such a hopeful Eve But the apple let you down
She played you fast, used her whip No slow recital You waited for her to call in But no arrival For your own safety, fled the strip Your own survival
Gave it up for her But only just to let you down Now you want to run wild
Your heart's been dragged from left to right Your soul's in limbo To suffocate your open mind She closed the window And now revenge is in your eyes You cannot win though
Such a hopeful Eve But the apple let you down
In bed, replace the broken lies But keep the pillow Fill up the space between your thighs Empty crescendo Pleasure and pain become your life Your special syndrome
Gave it up for her But only just to let you down And now you want to run wild
Now you want to run wild.
A song by Jon Bellion, edited slightly for my own ideas