I could be your temple
Made of gold and rubies
And you could be my
Heartbeat at the stroke of midnight
You're the way the ocean indulges in itself
The smoke hurdling out of his mouth with the window turned down to the blue suits
Say you want to go somewhere new
Say you want to get away
Type my name into your gps
And make me your most frequented destination
Take every last bit of me
And turn the stardust into tropical leis
And wear them proudly around your neck
Wear my midnight encounter with your 10 am tired eyes
And let the redness seep into your fingers
You could be my midnight prescription
I could be your most intriguing decision
The flaw to your expensive addiction
They don't get it because they've never been to sea at the same time as the stars
Or seen the dream catchers work in reverse
They haven't seen eyes turn the untouchable, unchangeable things into malleable shards of crystal
They've never experienced the inner melting that comes from harsh waters
that turns them into typhoons
Nor have they ever had so many almosts so close together
They've never experienced watching layers being desperately scrubbed off their surface
and taking a shape far less visible
while trying to become more than what they are
They don't see one eternal solar eclipse
But listen to me when I say that
I take a visit to see you in the sky on the nightly
And I spread the news about your addictive qualities that make withdrawal seem like a chariot ride across the moon
