You couldnt tell me all of your [sea]crets, So shore it would encase me in an ocean of hell that I wouldn’t want to sail amongst
Where I lost myself in your he[art], For all I ended up with is a heap of your [pain]tings
It was I, that has fallen for the idea of you through the sin[sations] and proclamations of something abyss
As for this Fountain of youth which never dictates our age just replenishes our space , Calcium is what makes bones stronger but the Milky Way isn’t a piece of chocolate that can satisfy such a sweet tooth
Such as the moments that you sought [***]fort in me.