Do you want me to write you in Dust off all your features Make you perfect Not that you need it You’re effortlessly illustrated Colourfully fated for my pen
I can show you how The world is so much brighter when The writer gets to turn it I’ll give you wings although you say you don’t deserve it You were definitely made For felt tips sonnets that I’ve kept in way too long
And I know That paper hearts are fast to break So don’t you go Away
Oh my god, I think you’ve really done it this time Oh my god, don’t think that I can make it back But could you hold on just a little While I sequence all my scribbles Into novels filled with stars I’ll never send 'Cause I’m essentially a writer Who never makes it to the end
It's picturesque you’re nothing less Than a hero from a storybook or five Think you were made for filling hearts and shoes and time Think I was made so I could do you justice Don’t trust anybody else To write you half as well as I
Will try To find the perfect shade of emerald For your eyes
Oh my god, I think you’ve really done it this time Oh my god, don’t think that I can make it back But could you hold on just a little While I sequence all my scribbles Into novels filled with stars I’ll never send 'Cause I’m essentially a writer Who never makes it to the end
And maybe when it’s over When the final page is turned You won’t be perfect Just be you The boy who likes bands with stupid names and high brow views And maybe when I’m finished I’ll look down at the image And magic will be seeping from your finger tips Somehow I doubt it
'Cause I’ll never not believe in you I’ll always see your best Loving you is a religion I’m devout I must confess
Oh my god, I think you’ve really done it this time Oh my god, don’t think that I can make it back But could you hold on just a little While I sequence all my scribbles Into novels filled with stars I’ll never send 'Cause I’m essentially a writer Who never makes it to the endTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.