A while back I thought of us as flies trapped in sap
Some of us struggling towards the top for a breath
A stray wind freeing some of us finally

I'll probably always be impressed in sap
Honest to god, romantic love brings me back
Down to the bottom where it's dark

I don't mind all that much
Especially hearing the fluxuations in her voice
Why does it **** me? Also: why do I hear?

Everything fades fast as if covered in red velvet
I know the color will bleed soon
But drat, I always forget how pleasant that feels

:-(