He Sorta Loves Me

He sorta loves me
Always in the moonlit sky I know
He sorta loves me
When the sun denies our summer skin a glow
All I am and all I was
Began and ended with his touch

Hold me in your endless night
I'm your acolyte
Be my muse
Lead me through the passage rites to your afterlife
Cursed to lose it all for you

He sorta loves me
To know it is to read between the lines
He sorta loves me
Blink and you'll miss them subtle doting signs
All I ever had to give was everything
It all for him

Hold me in your endless night
I'm your acolyte
Be my muse
Lead me through your passage rites to your afterlife
Cursed to lose it all for you

He sorta loves me
Like the sun
Flirts with the moon

Hold me in your endless night
I'm your acolyte
Be my muse
Lead me through the passage rites To your afterlife
Cursed to lose
Hold me, Hold me
Be my muse
Lead me through the passage rights
To your afterlife
Cursed to lose it all for you



Credits
Writer(s): Bob Rock, Ché Aimee Dorval
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