So Soft

The way we would talk and the things we would say
The air of distress you quelled in my estate
The hot summer breeze and the way your hair blew
The cold facts about me that you only knew
Let's take the day off, let's go back to our bed
Let sweet little thoughts fester into my head
This poem is cheap, sweet, romantic like you
The music is soft like the skin I'd into

But you are not through
Oh, soft
Though stubborn, oh Fox
You want the world set at your head
But always want to be dead
No Gods, no answers, no love
From you inside me anymore
Sad to have made you my

Love that we had though it soon went away
With more light than heat it was destined to fade
The summer's now gone though the winter was great
The ghost of our love now haunting that estate

Cause I am not through
Though I scoff
I'm welling up, Fox
I want the world set at my head
But can't deny that we're dead
Though I often dream of you, Fox
I can't advise you anymore
Sad to have made you my whore
So soft
Though stubborn, oh Fox
You want the world set at your head
But always want to be dead
No Gods, no answers, no love



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Bock
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