Everything starts with an eye
But what is everything?
Is it lies or is it fright
Are you filling your lust? Are you wasting your time?
Do I look like your past one?
Your eyes felt like home, your eyes slipped through my soul
Just like paint on new walls
Are you a mimic and I'm the wondering fool?
Will it help to think of it as two fools?
If this is love, then the curtains in this room would be my dress
If this is love, your eyes would stop to ask
If is is love, you'll be a hanging man
If this is love, your angelic likelihood might take you down
If this is love, then there are others to love.