The Start of Something--

This time of night I could call you up
I’d get angry with athletic ease, break common laws in twos and threes
If I die clutching your photograph
Don’t call me boring, It’s just ’cause I like you.
Oh, Take me on back, take me on back, mm take me back.
To the place where I could feel your heart,
Is this the end or just the start of
Something really, really beautiful,
Wrapped up and disguised as something really, really ugly?

Won’t you:

Come by and see me, I’m a love letter away
I’d break your name before I’d say, “I really love you, love you”.
Now, I don’t care if you saw, I watched every inch of film
Flash across your Roman features,
And I loved it, loved it; No, I don’t care if:

You think I’m eager to shut your eyes, well
I’m sorry everybody knows you can’t break me with your gutter prose
Would you believe it, she sent me a letter,
The ring, it nearly weighs her down, she’s got another boy, oh boy.
Steady your ears, steady your ears and read my lips,
Poetry is not a luxury, it’s how I’ll break this home.
And when I’m really ill, won’t you cradle me?
Man is not a noble animal, but maybe woman is, remember.

I heard you:

Inside your room, you said, “You never really live
until your back’s against the wall,” oh did you really mean it?
No, I never break my gaze, if just to see this scar remain reflected in your eyes,
I think it’s time to go home.

Oh, tell me your thoughts, tell me your thoughts on liberty,
See there’s a place where I sink to sleeping.
She said: “Oh, my vote is as red as my blood
Will you join me for another round? I haven’t had the chance to speak yet”.

God speed…

I break the law once every week to feel your touch,
What’s a book to you in bed, Do you feel better, older?
This just makes me ill, your name is dripping from my pen,
Still you’re not around to curse,
I’ll drop the gun now, I’m still under you…