Her face, bright and young. Dark, dark hair so silky and bright.
She seems so happy, so free. A body strong and lithe as wire.
A sunny place, so far from this darkened room, so close to heaven.
I want to be her man. I want to go there.
She seems so happy, so free. A body strong and lithe as wire.
A sunny place, so far from this darkened room, so close to heaven.
I want to be her man. I want to go there.
Rainy January day, waiting for something to happen, amazing and true.
The sky is colorless as my unclean mind, as the death I gave myself to.
I think of her, athlete and superstar, cut from marble to make an angel.
I want to be her man. I want to go to her.
The sky is colorless as my unclean mind, as the death I gave myself to.
I think of her, athlete and superstar, cut from marble to make an angel.
I want to be her man. I want to go to her.
Work, pretend to be alive, and human, not a changeling child.
Come home, sit in the dark, in my bed on my battered laptop.
Look at her Facebook, her Instagram, everything else.
I want to be her man. I want to go to her.
Come home, sit in the dark, in my bed on my battered laptop.
Look at her Facebook, her Instagram, everything else.
I want to be her man. I want to go to her.
faithlesspaladin 