You couldnt tell me all of your [sea]crets, So shore it would encase me in an ocean of hell  that I wouldn’t want to sail amongst  

Where I lost myself in your he[art], For all I ended up with is a heap of your [pain]tings  

It was I, that has fallen for the idea of you  through the sin[sations]  and proclamations of something abyss

As for this Fountain of youth which never  dictates our age just replenishes  our space , Calcium is what  makes bones stronger but the Milky Way  isn’t a piece of chocolate that can  satisfy such a sweet tooth  

Such as the moments that  you sought [cum]fort in me.