The sway and swell fill you with her motion.
Red gold across my arms.
The viscous strokes I've painted.
A river fills your heart.
I'm sorry if I let you down.
This is never what you wanted.
I've been searching for myself in other people's eyes.
The mirror is telling half-truths.
These stolen words finally feel like mine.
Swollen and sweating off time.
I can see it in your eyes.
An ocean floods my heart.
I'm sorry that I let you down.
You know just how I feel tonight.
This is everything I wanted.
You've been searching for yourself in other people's eyes.
The revisionist never gets it perfect; never gets you perfect.
The time is never ripe.
The words are never right.