it's long. i'm not sorry.

Apr 16, 2007 22:14

My spaceman, my spaceman
I'll unzip your suit
And I'll call you on home.

My coward, coward
You can open the door
I'm not crying anymore.

My fighter, my fire man
Take off your hat
And tend to this blaze.

My painter, my pillar, my patriarch,
Come hold my hand when I crumble in the dark.

My magician, my escape artist,
Couldn't you do more
Than just locking the door.

Those lions in suits that you're fighting off daily
Don't seem fierce enough to make you betray me
I know there's more than those swords on your belt
That there's something in the back of you you don't know you've felt.
I know there's something else up in that head
When you turn around and come back to bed.

So my spaceman, my spaceman
Take me to mars
Even though you've never promised me
You'd let me see your stars

You dirty coward
Go jump on that train
Take all of your names,
I never wanna see you again.
See yourself out of these wrinkled old sheets
I'll hate you now, but I'll be loving you for weeks,
And as I finally bring myself to see you to the door,
You won't promise me you'll opening it anymore.
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