I doubt I've ever been so winded

As when your arrow struck my throat:

Your Cupid's bow, Elysium,

And now I'm drowning in your moat,

Your chocolate eyes,

Your flawless smile,

My perfect fucking lifeboat.

Goddamn,

I've got a sweet tooth

All for you.

Dyed purple hair,

Bruised purple heart

Revived like you're my

Starman.

You flipped the switch, I'm torn apart

But my soul,

It beats for you.

I guess I like guitarists,

Since you wouldn't be the first,

But the songs you play

Ignite my veins

Till I leap out of the hearse.

Goddamn,

What is a lover boy

To do?

When all I wanted was to stay alive

For you.

That sleeves-down kind of love

Is what you're used to

(All we know)

'Cause they said we had to smile

For the show.

But there's a thrift-store down the street

And I was thinking we could meet

At the taxi by my house and

Kick the driver out their seat.

We could browse around,

Spin upside down,

Get dizzy on this love and

Buy some T-shirts

Like we've finally been found.

And goddamn,

I think you're beautiful;

I do.

I'd never been so winded

When your arrow hit my chest,

But right now you're all the breath that I need.

If you lie and say you're fine,

Just know you never leave my mind,

And I swear to you you don't deserve to bleed.

We could leave this world behind,

We could forget cruel humankind,

And we could be

Only you, only me.

For today, my love,

We're planting apple seeds.