Hey, lover
I know you don't want to be my flower
I wish I could see you bloom like a princess
My mistress, I escape my fears and favors
You do that everyday in the form of a metaphor
Called love for money and ***

Hey, babe
The skies may not be blue in the evening
We can be together like Heracles and Megara
These are two truths I cannot stage
Because the skies don't live a lie
I cannot change the outcome of books

You said that's the truth and found love
We were supposed to fight the world
Instead, you left the dogs in Hell
You insisted that they would find Heaven
The hell hounds chase me like a charm and contain my mind's pleasures