Lets slow dance with the idea that these myths are a fact.
We spend our lives searching for our other half.
I’ve spent the better part of a year and a half drunk off my ass
Its taken its toll, its more than I could afford.
You can find me at district, sulking in the back.
I know these ways are poison, you taught me that.
You picked me up, you held me high
Brought me back from the man I had regressed to, I owe so much to you.
And now we’ll see that only time will tell
And now we’ll see the fruits of our gentle devotion
Those emerald eyes have brought me peace, they brought me peace tonight.
I strive to hold you up so high, to be a beacon in your life
To be the solid ground you can stand on
Crimson and clover, over and over again.