If you can hear me running one more time,
To the sycamores near the lapis lake.
Come and find me with my hair knotted in Thyme,
I await for my dearest love to take me there.

I can smell the cream soda on you,
I imagine tasting the cherry on your mouth’s roof.
You’re wearing the tight black jeans again,
Dancing to Elvis like none of the other men.

I avoid you like a plague,
Your memory on my clothes remain with stains.
Just remember I want to keep things vague,
I was never satisfied with a ball and chain.

Spinning round and round on the ceiling,
I can’t lie I’m in love with this feeling.
More than I could ever love another,
For once with nothing to hide and nothing to cover.

I don’t care if you dance in the rain with her,
Talking together always felt like a blur.
To me, I’m done trying to believe,
There’s no one left who will next deceive.

Oh, the scapegoat eats at my cloak,
As for the monkey...