Do you wanna be the animal to take me apart? Break my patience, corrupt my sacred art Do you promise to be with me if I beg and I crawl? In my darkest mood, through the private walls
Will you stay even when the drugs have gone? For it won't be long before I tumble Turn it to the anxious ground That just, just won't come down
In fire, in whispers I would die for a million years I promise to be your rockstar But then promises don't mean anything anymore
In the summer of twenty five was a correcting Of excuses, of our need to win To ourselves we lie we could be the new beginning Digging up treasure, taking the time to love, and to live, and to sin,
And you stayed Even when the drugs were gone So I sing this song to you [?] of never ending poetry That just, just you and me
In fire, in whispers I would die for a million years I promise to be your rockstar But then rockstars don't mean anything anymore