I paint your body with my hands You paint my mind with tattoos that you planted with a needle No thread What are your plans? No threat In debt In deep like a sunken ship in the sea Your deep blue eyes consume me with their secrets Your Hidden features You're an angel with her wings clipped forgot how to fly Maybe too close to the sun Maybe too close to someone Who caused you too much pain Too much fire for a volatile combustible soul. When you find me I'll be waiting in the lobby staring at a hole in the wall feeling half empty With a half full drink in each hand.