Holy verses in her kiss
She was your bible
You found nature in her lips
Her love was tribal
She gave purpose to your hips
Your soul's revival
Such a hopeful Eve
But the apple let you down
She played you fast, used her whip
No slow recital
You waited for her to call in
But no arrival
For your own safety, fled the strip
Your own survival
Gave it up for her
But only just to let you down
Now you want to run wild
Your heart's been dragged from left to right
Your soul's in limbo
To suffocate your open mind
She closed the window
And now revenge is in your eyes
You cannot win though
Such a hopeful Eve
But the apple let you down
In bed, replace the broken lies
But keep the pillow
Fill up the space between your thighs
Empty crescendo
Pleasure and pain become your life
Your special syndrome
Gave it up for her
But only just to let you down
And now you want to run wild
Now you want to run wild.
A song by Jon Bellion, edited slightly for my own ideas