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You're break my heart intoxicating and I've lost nights to debating whether to keep playing your game of coy and waiting. I can't escape the bedroom eyes, the ones I know to be lies because you're just as broken as I am on the inside.
So, let's lose the light hearted "living the moment"; give ourselves over to a sort of sombre seeing each other for the first time. Seeing the hearts on our sleeves, like apples grown too spring heavy for the eaves of their mother trees. Let them drop off and let's forget that they hurt, climb between sheets, write the music that may make them hurt worse.
I'm crawling out of my skin, it's a long shot, the whole damn thing. I'll make myself up just to let you break me down and I'll allow it this once so we can scream into the crowd. "We're way too much and you're not enough! You're just making noise while we're making love."
I wanna be your muse. I want you to use me softly, gently; like your favorite guitar whose notes answer, waver and bend to your every loose strum. I want to be in your thoughts at night; want to be the reason you rise to write before morning breaks and dawn's golden light breaches your blinds to make you still leave the dream behind.
Call me love and I'll call you a liar, but the light in your eyes and voice filled with fire make a faint heart beat like a champion beyond sternum and sinew. This voice should be the melody that sings you to Eden; the one that's eternal and oh so sweet. I want my monotone to drive you mad and make you think I'm the best you'll ever have.
My expectations are few and not so grand, over the top, out of reach, lost from view. I want nothing more than to say I tried and still have a friend at the end of the day.

Description
You're break my heart intoxicating and I've lost nights to debating whether to keep playing your game of coy and waiting. I can't escape the bedroom eyes, the ones I know to be lies because you're just as broken as I am on the inside.
So, let's lose the light hearted "living the moment"; give ourselves over to a sort of sombre seeing each other for the first time. Seeing the hearts on our sleeves, like apples grown too spring heavy for the eaves of their mother trees. Let them drop off and let's forget that they hurt, climb between sheets, write the music that may make them hurt worse.
I'm crawling out of my skin, it's a long shot, the whole damn thing. I'll make myself up just to let you break me down and I'll allow it this once so we can scream into the crowd. "We're way too much and you're not enough! You're just making noise while we're making love."
I wanna be your muse. I want you to use me softly, gently; like your favorite guitar whose notes answer, waver and bend to your every loose strum. I want to be in your thoughts at night; want to be the reason you rise to write before morning breaks and dawn's golden light breaches your blinds to make you still leave the dream behind.
Call me love and I'll call you a liar, but the light in your eyes and voice filled with fire make a faint heart beat like a champion beyond sternum and sinew. This voice should be the melody that sings you to Eden; the one that's eternal and oh so sweet. I want my monotone to drive you mad and make you think I'm the best you'll ever have.
My expectations are few and not so grand, over the top, out of reach, lost from view. I want nothing more than to say I tried and still have a friend at the end of the day.