I’d been chasing after all the things my plain life lacks,
When somehow my fool got caught up between the tracks.
It’s much too late to call for help- The others are far ahead of me.
I don’t mind much anyways- I don’t want to be pulled free.
Instead, hit me with a train of quiet love,
And fly away from me with the grace of an early mourning dove.
My panic keeps me awake,
I know this time around, nothing here is fake.
I’ve fallen into this desperate reality,
Where I drown in the waves across your vast sea.
I find *** within a silver bullet,
Point your gun at me, lock it, and pull it.
I have never been more unprepared-
This time around, my heart is true, though scared.
Up until this moment, all I’ve ever had was my own bare flesh.
But now, I’ve got more than enough to get off my chest.
My lonely nights never end,
So I beg you- tell me what I need to hear...let’s play pretend.
You are the most beautiful one to have ever crossed my eyes,
So let’s lay here in the dark and call for a compromise.
For you, I would give it all away.
I would serve you my heart on a golden platter if I may.
Shoot me with your silver bullet,
Then take my bleeding heart and just hold it.
Fill my lungs with your sweetest perfume,
Until they fail me here in your lovely room.
I’ll write for you, melodies I will never sing,
And melt you away like the snow in the warming spring.
I will keep my words ever so personal,
Until my lonely disease has deemed me terminal.
With my final dying words,
I will lay here on these tracks-
I’ll sing you the sweetest song ever to be heard.