He's dressed as your Saviour,
He's your tall handsome escape...

Outrageous behavior she enrolls in each day,
The cutting of raw flesh as blood falls astray...

Take my hand but don't control me,
Live your life and I'll live mine...

After many years of dull routine,
Of blending into the growing crowd...

I'm bullet-proof when around you,
Babe you make me feel secure...

Falling back to old conclusions,
Old habits on the bathroom floor...

[And there lays her tiara,
Broken from the fall...

Once a year your day would come,
And I would play the role of daughter...

-Keep in mind I am trying to cure writers block.
I'm just messing around...

With tears of joy,
And smiles of fear...

Welcome back,
The floor speaks...

Kiss me and my worries wash away,
Your gentle lips the cure to my horrid day...