There is no dayborn tribulation quite like true love's lyrical labors
You'r gearing for favors while the angel friend is fearing a savior
Capturing a spirit's behavior, in the crux of conversation
Readying cadence - as one conducts the operation
Common place conversation won't keep the locomotive goin'
Rings mean eternity so keep your lonely motive golden
No opening this codin' - ones and zeroes- X and O's
Your soul is boiled down to suns, heroes, sex, a rose
Connect and flow those dots through a deep hedge maze labyrinth
Completely fazed by the task like half a glass of absinthe
No master crafter to ask of, just this leap into the open sea
Stringing movie quotes together until it's feeling like poetry
Until I feel like she's knowing me, until I could paint her face in the sky
Until it reflects her golden hair and the quaint traits of her eyes
I painstakingly try to build our future with a gentle smiles and gifts
But the only tarot card I could pull is consigned to her lips
A primal mindstate insists to shine the armor and tighten the sinew
But I'll push on through dawn til I feel the light that's within you
I'll rightly continue with carving our names into evergreens
Dot my I's with hearts until fate puts you next to me
Passion like kerosene - I'll labor hard and ignite the flame
Until I've become a bridgebuilder and tied the veins . . .
There is no dayborn tribulation quite like love's logical labor
Moving bricks while we try and raise a son with prodigal flavor
Platonic behavior - the clock just says feed, sleep, and earn
And what's feasible reason to me is just treason to her
I was eager to learn - now I wish I'd taken the option to run
Because there is some possibility this is possibly done
Each choice has a gravity that should be rocking the sun
Our tears chronically run, asking where the lucky stars at
Because you can't build a home with overdue bar tabs
Under par, strapped for cash, trying to pull rabbits out of hats
Maybe this life won't be a waste if we average in the past
My palace, it contracts - now it's just a rented kitchen and bed
Strugglin' to find the answers that don't exist in the head
Ridden with dread, can't give what that man demands on the phone
Because we're trying to provide so the child can stand on his own
It's not just finances alone - there's the standard city lunatics
Where we send the son to school with at least sixty pugilists
This loosened grip, not half a husband nor a consummate father
Searchin' for a fountain of youth, because they turned off our water
Pockets of copper, three derelicts, perhaps our existence is lost
Searching for a carnival application, juggling six different jobs
While we leak the typical sobs, life was never built for the lovers
Marriages end in death, divorce, or takin' pills for the comfort
No thrill as we suffer, three people bucketing water off a boat
But this canoe is sinking fast, and I'm positively soaked
Caught up in the hope, of those past kisses, hugs, and letters
But I guess it's just the nature of the struggle...
........when someone says they'll love you forever
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