she speaks in poetry and profanity
her name sounds like a mix of insanity and vanity
her life sounds like mine
if it were a song, it'd be mr. brightside
.
just stay here for a moment with me
if you're a lock i can be your key
hold me close to your chest in the dark
slow-dancing here alone in the park
i can be your lifeline
i can be your hotline
i can be your storyline
i can be your underline
i can be your deadline
i can be your redwine
i can be your sunshine
i can be your guildline
i can be your
lifeline
i can be yours
and not mine
.
she feels like a tragedy and insanity
her emotions control her when nobody sees
her life sounds like mine
when i think of it i cry
.
just stay here for a moment with me
if you're a lock i can be your key
hold me close to your chest in the dark
slow-dancing here alone in the park
i can be your lifeline
i can be your hotline
i can be your storyline
i can be your underline
i can be your deadline
i can be your redwine
i can be your sunshine
i can be your guildline
i can be your
lifeline
i can be yours
and not mine
