Satisfy the fetish and forget what's right and wrong.
Lose yourself and sing for me the deep and hearty song.
It doesn't matter what is bad, nor when we must retire.
What matters is the love, the heart, the heat and then the fire.
Kick at things that don't exist, reach for your first throe.
Against my will I fight. Wherefore? I know you mustn't know.
But still I push and break the bounds. I'm living to my tale.
I know inside that when you say, "I'm good," you mean, "You failed."
With that forgot I forge ahead, don't think, and take the chance.
When worst is done, we've had our time to twist and writhe and dance.
The time is passed, as well as one more thing that we've been through.
A memory I want to keep, in truth, solely with you.
And in the back, the recess, of my mind I start to think.
"It's over now, the fun begins." My heart begins to sink.
I'm not your One, I'm only just a guy who's somewhat clever.
I don't deserve the gift I've got, the piece of your Forever.
Yet still I'd love to have you here beside me as we sleep.
I'd love to know your love for me runs true and fast and deep.
I'd listen to you breathe and watch you sleep for just a while.
Then put my hand upon your waist and watch you smile.
As hopeless as they are I still must hold fast to my dreams.
While impossible reality tears them to pieces at the seams.
Truth hits and nothing happened and now we must say goodbye.
I see you off and close the door. And then I start to cry.
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