She’s calling; she’s calling me to dine
Another word to whisper on a cold winter night
But I should’ve kissed her when the time was right
But her lips were made of snakes and there were diamonds in her eyes
But that should suffice;
I’ve been hiding from the sun in the dead of night
I’ve been hiding from the world in the words that I write
Trying to paint a picture of this part of my life
And you are my canvas;
My paintbrush is a book of matchsticks
I’ll light another match to spark the fuse
The light will help me paint a better picture of you
With this new picture I’ll have paid my dues
When all hope is lost, I am hopeless for you
When I’m at my best you feel this too
When I’m at my worst I am a recluse
If all there is left for you to do is laugh
Well then I guess that life isn’t so bad
If all there is left for you to do is smile
Then I hope that you’ll stick around for a while
Cuz you’re a work of art in the depths of my heart
With oceans of emotions abound at the start
A piece of me stays with you every time we depart
But a piece of you acts as the muse to my art

She’s calling; she’s calling me tonight
Three shots down and she thinks that she can fly
And she probably could if she really tried
As long as these Icarus wings stay out of sunlight
She flies my heart on a string just like it were a kite
It beats wearing it on my sleeve all the time
It beats hiding it in my stomach every time
The wolves come out just to take a bite
And I wonder still if she has had her fill
But I’m getting too close so I’ve gotta chill
This game we play is just a test of will
And it’s not always easy, so I know that it’s real
But the night always brings insecurities to light
So I’ve learned to stay focused and hold on tight
cuz if it’s worth sticking through it then it’s worth the fight
And if it’s worth the fight, then we’re both alright
but when you’re at your best you’re a portrait of faith
and when you’re at your worst you’re the definition of grace
and I get it, sometimes you feel out of place
but that’s okay, cuz sometimes I feel that way
you’re the image of a goddess with the voice of an angel
and i’m willing to admit I got caught in Cupid’s strangle
I know reality is grim if you’re looking from the wrong angle
but truth is hiding there ready to get untangled
the future is up in the air, ready for inspection
cuz in the end all you need is perspective
and what’s life like without a little misdirection?
Cuz life’s complexities formed our connection