skip steps to match yours,
treading slippery pathways...
My liquor-drenched clothes
ask me to narrate stories to you...
Don't promise me those suburban dreams
when you can't promise to live it...
I just need to be comforted.
I need to be told it's safe...
Match the rhythm of my heart
for when your fingers touch me...
My skies peak at night time
when the sun has set...
I'll put on my makeup
And my new high heels...
I ask myself:
What am I to you...
The Ocean's rough,
I sing the song...
I’m trying to find my balance,
trying to understand what I need is not...
cut your lips into mine,
my fire and your wine...
the waves crashed against clear skies
as we walked those shores together...