Growing Apples
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.