Tailor to My Bones
Waking up to dazed luster ocean eyes
Teach the world to love all around you
Your scars make you beautiful
The love that pours out from them are a floral garden
Let me suckle the morsels of honey that drip down your body
Life will become what you make of it
There is a warmth that you left when you got out of bed and you left
Your toes crept into the pile and danced with your crystalline goodness
Below your supple weight
Amber love bathing in red light rounding off the curves of your toes
By curling into the carpet
Find your way back to life
Find your way back to my bed
Find your way into my heart because I can't get you out of my head
Everything has faded into the woodwork of your skin
Bathe in the same dirty robe; you've no time to shake it off
The one that gathers dust during the few times it sits in your closet of skeletons
Hazel; I can't take care of you
I can only talk in sheets and the bed is now wavering
Return to our little house in our heads
Seeing one another as we go to trim back the hedges on our property line
In hopes that one day we can meet between the brush
Our love will meld like when we met in the town of dancing trees
One day I wish you to find assuagement from your castigation
A new milieu, floral opulent plush
Teach the world to love all around you
Your scars make you beautiful
The love that pours out from them are a floral garden
Let me suckle the morsels of honey that drip down your body
Life will become what you make of it
There is a warmth that you left when you got out of bed and you left
Your toes crept into the pile and danced with your crystalline goodness
Below your supple weight
Amber love bathing in red light rounding off the curves of your toes
By curling into the carpet
Find your way back to life
Find your way back to my bed
Find your way into my heart because I can't get you out of my head
Everything has faded into the woodwork of your skin
Bathe in the same dirty robe; you've no time to shake it off
The one that gathers dust during the few times it sits in your closet of skeletons
Hazel; I can't take care of you
I can only talk in sheets and the bed is now wavering
Return to our little house in our heads
Seeing one another as we go to trim back the hedges on our property line
In hopes that one day we can meet between the brush
Our love will meld like when we met in the town of dancing trees
One day I wish you to find assuagement from your castigation
A new milieu, floral opulent plush
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Writer(s): Basket Weaver
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