When the sky is red and no one is looking, you see my brown eyes.
When my nights are dark and I fear the skies won't clear, you show me you are near.
For days at a time, you bring butterflies through my spine, but then your love strikes my fragile little heart like a wrecking ball and poison vines.
I'm no saint, I've too caused harm to what we call our palace, sleeping in our bed of lives while...
