Paint me blue.
This is the start
of something new
and her chance to prove to [you]
she’s stronger than you think
her resolve, iron-clad
and glad she chose
to write in ink this time.
“I’ll do what’s best for us
yet still, I do not gather dust
a broken toy
my songs employ
a bittersweet
and strange exchange.”
They’ll fly, they will,
beneath the summer sun.
She tries to drill [deep down]
around what should not be
a thought at all.
Don’t let her fall…
Cradle her within
[your] strong embrace,
and face this thing together.
“I’ll do what’s best for us
yet still, I do not gather dust
a broken toy
my songs employ
a bittersweet
and strange exchange.”
Can I weather this?
A kiss, balled into a fist
a tear upon her cheek - what bliss!
There’s nothing left here anymore
[she] finds solace at the core
of something real: She bleeds and reels…
you’re right.
She can’t not feel [this.]
of something new
and her chance to prove to [you]
she’s stronger than you think
her resolve, iron-clad
and glad she chose
to write in ink this time.
“I’ll do what’s best for us
yet still, I do not gather dust
a broken toy
my songs employ
a bittersweet
and strange exchange.”
They’ll fly, they will,
beneath the summer sun.
She tries to drill [deep down]
around what should not be
a thought at all.
Don’t let her fall…
Cradle her within
[your] strong embrace,
and face this thing together.
“I’ll do what’s best for us
yet still, I do not gather dust
a broken toy
my songs employ
a bittersweet
and strange exchange.”
Can I weather this?
A kiss, balled into a fist
a tear upon her cheek - what bliss!
There’s nothing left here anymore
[she] finds solace at the core
of something real: She bleeds and reels…
you’re right.
She can’t not feel [this.]