My adoxography is not enough to lure you
And my words are not enough to cure you
You live life yearning passion
But I'm greedy and my love I ration
The drum in your chest is a dangerous weapon
Use it wisely; They're snakes with a plethora of venom
History repasts itself, you know it could happen
But strap me down and this time I promise I'll stay on the wagon
Can we ride off into the sunset; together?
I will not trade in; you are my most valuable asset; my treasure
My mind is racing, chasing and chasing
Onward down this road, waiting and waiting
For that day I can no longer contain
All these spontaneous urges, but I am to blame
I promise it will change
If you feel we haven't grown estranged
So would you let me fix what I broke
And let me prove what I spoke
Because my adoxography is not enough to lure you
And my words are not enough to cure you
