For if this flower is truly to be mine, then He will not let it defy me.
With the pen as the knife and the paper as the wrist,
When all of this is misery, I write to end all of this.
We played with fire, we played with fate.
We tried to love, but alas, we hate.
We tried to count, but we cannot measure
The consequence of untimely pleasure.
I should stop her sprint up there and bring her home.
Kiss her, lay her down, and kiss her some more,
Bring the kisses lower and watch her soar.
Enter her spaceship, continue the flight,
Refuel among the stars; we have all night.
Satisfy her desires that simmer and burn,
Land and let her go, but I know she'll return.
Loses its loving blood flow
And turns into stone.
I accumulated millions of dollars and millions of justified haters.
So honestly, i just wanna take you and hold you