𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐟 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

you

ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀs

i don't need anything more than you can give.

really, truly,

i'm taking your clothes off.

i'm washing the rosy cheeks

off of your face, love

i'm turning your brightness down

and putting the ocean back

where it belongs

for you had no right to steal it

though you do look damn good

to this song

i'm taking your clothes off.

draining your ichor,

and painting your blood red

and killing you softly

so that you can come back

as the boy i once knew

when you were somebody's baby

and i was a fool.

i'm crying my eyes out

just trying to reach you

cause i want you, need you

to understand that

it's not just your body,

nor is it simply your eyes or smile

i'm taking your clothes off

and i'm peeling my own off

and we're watching the sunset

while we speak of our daydreams

and we hope for the right things

but fight for the wrong things

i'm hoping you'll love me

you're hoping you'll make it

i'm fighting for peace and

you're fighting is faithless.