You found a pulse, I was breathing
Metaphorically I am speaking
A find so enormous it eclipsed the lives
Of the greatest enlightenment minds
And you found the worst years unspoken
The tales of a childhood broken
A void or a fight
The twisted and bruising nights
Pirates have ninjas and bikers have demons
I had a pillow to block out the screaming
It's three thirty-one and there's peace in the land
I am surrounded by wolves, and I am a lamb
I'm nothing at all without loving
I need to be loved just by something
A rat or a dog
A pimp or a frog
Pirates have ninjas and bikers have demons
I had a pillow to block out the screaming
It's three thirty-one and there's peace in the land
I am decidedly keen, but I might need a hand
Moon-faced (?) platonic indeed and
Leafing the pages, elicit and feeding
Circling airports, I'm needing to land
You're inconsistent and wild but I'm glad you're my map
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