Your shimmer beckoned, and I answered the questions you asked of me
Scold my drunk reflection, never mention the lesson I should learn from the mess I made
The world turned over; it sent me sailing towards the sun without a sound
So into the sky I plummet, towards the clouds as if they were the ground
And when your siren song, transcending, makes its way across the center of my eardrum
I don't have to wonder what would happen if I let it permeate
The parts of me that keep me breathing in the deepest, darkest alleyways of my brain
Because you still take my breath away
And it said it on your face
Scribbled crudely in your makeup was a poem, but you left obscure the name
Your shimmer glistened every time that I knew you were listening
And that paranormal fission, that phantom heat between the center of our palms
I still felt it burning long after you'd gone.
Why do the tides remind me of the way that you'd bat your eyes?
I'd resort to silence and embrace this persistence, but your voice inside my head would probably render me dead
How many times are you gonna make the angel on your shoulder cry?
And why do I always find a resemblance of your eyes in the stars at night as they stare down from the skyline?