I've been known to foolishly rush into the unknown
Been prone to faithfully picking up the telephone
On the first or second ring when love comes a calling
I'd answer— "What's up king?" Then quickly get to falling

I've unfeignedly loved a lucky few straight through the night
None of those loves ever held up wholly come daylight
So I fought dirty to remain in that ill-lit place
The butterflies were there, warning me— I still gave chase

I created...