I fell in love with a girl, she's lemon and lace,
we're spinning through corridors in outer space.

I am nothing but a city-slicker
with a bloodstream of liquor

asking this angelic being to dance.
I don't deserve that kind of chance.

So instead I sit and bob my head,
imagining her inside my bed...

sleeping by my side,
a thought I never tried.

Trust me, I don't want to ****
to know you're safe would be enough.

The ashes of my cigarette
scream the nothings I regret,

for she is made of morphing stars
and I'm brawling in dingy bars.

In my head, she’s just for me...
For her, I’d break reality.