Cant you just take the knife out of my heart
I'm on a broken road taking high speeds through the parks
I only live on the dark side of town for a couple of days
Making it my sorrowful home base
When can this all be through
Not me and you, but the shit we've been through
The messiness too
Might as well throw in the strenuous moves
Up, down, sideways, and definitely through the roof
Lets make it together
Lets shoot for the stars
I saw you across the night sky when I looked up towards Mars
I see you in my hallway
And also my dreams
I'm not supposed to say this
But I see you in future things
Don't get upset
Not even a little
Because I am choosing hope
My optimism is no realer
Just clearer, and brighter
And I am FLY but you FLY-ERRR
Just fly home to my home
And let me be your lifelong desire
End scene, solo piece
Regardless, I'm your writer
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