ships of rocks
and rocks of ships
the gold in my hand's
has been mistaken for sex
can she feel it now in the palm of her hand?
lust becomes dust in Neverland
i'll tell you a story dear listener, now
all about a boy strung out
drunk on lust he'd mistaken for love
ashamed of the way his life turned out
so he spends his dark hours
toasting to meteor showers
blowing kisses of wishes
to keep the demons at bay
seeking salvation for the life that he leads
he bleeds music and lyrics so he can be saved
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