Porcelain celebrity, integral integer premature insanity
I love it when she's close to me
Certainly I don't believe in certainty
But the blood she pumps in my philosophy
An antisocial ranked in sociology
She's right next to me, yet an interstellar apostrophe
Celestial goddess of an apology, sensitive to my apathy
She's the bass clef in my sixteen-beat heart march
I know we just started, but don't stutter
Just slumber before we turn under and over
It all goes, Faythe
Faythe, I need you girl
It's all about Faythe
Come save what's left of my
Heart and soul
She sees a castle but debates the conquer
If there's one thing that scares her, it's structure
Peaks my curiosity, bound by mediocrity
Holds me close binds the holes in the smoke I'm spinning
If she bleeds she don't tell you, if she bruises she shrugs it off, and if she feels she plays numb
But I'm not deaf, dumb, or blind enough to accept a mindset with no hesitation
Faythe, I need you girl
It's all about Faythe
Come save what's left of my
Heart and soul
She breaks my will, fills my spirits, drops my sword
Some god bore witness to the miracle she performs
Like a storm she's unstable, walking around with the form of an angel
More sound than a subwoofer, more solid than ice
She mends my spine, presses my lips, lifts my spirits
Spiritual she may be a best expression at the church of never forgetting
I long for what she sees and what she may have mistaken
She's the ghost in my smile, the dust in my asylum, the word in my temple
And through her I find Faythe
Furthermore maybe if I could take the blame
Be someone else, shake the pain while your plane's running away
She always runs; she always moves
She cuts to deuces faster than a junkie running out of the juice
But I guess she was never really mine to lose, i guess she was never really mine to lose
But that don't help explain the things she do
Backing out of the one thing she could really use
7793, I can feel you drifting further away from me
And turning slowly into to the ghost sleeping inside my dreams
If never seeing is believing, I'm a dumbfound disciple
Love-drunk stumbler, thunder heart-thumping disaster
If you run from me, you'll never get faster
And heed my words, take my advice
You'll never know if you never even try
I love it when we fall apart, I love it when you break my heart
Faythe, I need you girl
It's all about Faythe
Come save what's left of my
Heart and soul
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Porcelain celebrity, integral integer premature insanity
I love it when she's close to me
Certainly I don't believe in certainty
But the blood she pumps in my philosophy
An antisocial ranked in sociology
She's right next to me, yet an interstellar apostrophe
Celestial goddess of an apology, sensitive to my apathy
She's the bass clef in my sixteen-beat heart march
I know we just started, but don't stutter
Just slumber before we turn under and over
It all goes, Faythe
Faythe, I need you girl
It's all about Faythe
Come save what's left of my
Heart and soul
She sees a castle but debates the conquer
If there's one thing that scares her, it's structure
Peaks my curiosity, bound by mediocrity
Holds me close binds the holes in the smoke I'm spinning
If she bleeds she don't tell you, if she bruises she shrugs it off, and if she feels she plays numb
But I'm not deaf, dumb, or blind enough to accept a mindset with no hesitation
Faythe, I need you girl
It's all about Faythe
Come save what's left of my
Heart and soul
She breaks my will, fills my spirits, drops my sword
Some god bore witness to the miracle she performs
Like a storm she's unstable, walking around with the form of an angel
More sound than a subwoofer, more solid than ice
She mends my spine, presses my lips, lifts my spirits
Spiritual she may be a best expression at the church of never forgetting
I long for what she sees and what she may have mistaken
She's the ghost in my smile, the dust in my asylum, the word in my temple
And through her I find Faythe
Furthermore maybe if I could take the blame
Be someone else, shake the pain while your plane's running away
She always runs; she always moves
She cuts to deuces faster than a junkie running out of the juice
But I guess she was never really mine to lose, i guess she was never really mine to lose
But that don't help explain the things she do
Backing out of the one thing she could really use
7793, I can feel you drifting further away from me
And turning slowly into to the ghost sleeping inside my dreams
If never seeing is believing, I'm a dumbfound disciple
Love-drunk stumbler, thunder heart-thumping disaster
If you run from me, you'll never get faster
And heed my words, take my advice
You'll never know if you never even try
I love it when we fall apart, I love it when you break my heart
Faythe, I need you girl
It's all about Faythe
Come save what's left of my
Heart and soul
I love it when she's close to me
Certainly I don't believe in certainty
But the blood she pumps in my philosophy
An antisocial ranked in sociology
She's right next to me, yet an interstellar apostrophe
Celestial goddess of an apology, sensitive to my apathy
She's the bass clef in my sixteen-beat heart march
I know we just started, but don't stutter
Just slumber before we turn under and over
It all goes, Faythe
Faythe, I need you girl
It's all about Faythe
Come save what's left of my
Heart and soul
She sees a castle but debates the conquer
If there's one thing that scares her, it's structure
Peaks my curiosity, bound by mediocrity
Holds me close binds the holes in the smoke I'm spinning
If she bleeds she don't tell you, if she bruises she shrugs it off, and if she feels she plays numb
But I'm not deaf, dumb, or blind enough to accept a mindset with no hesitation
Faythe, I need you girl
It's all about Faythe
Come save what's left of my
Heart and soul
She breaks my will, fills my spirits, drops my sword
Some god bore witness to the miracle she performs
Like a storm she's unstable, walking around with the form of an angel
More sound than a subwoofer, more solid than ice
She mends my spine, presses my lips, lifts my spirits
Spiritual she may be a best expression at the church of never forgetting
I long for what she sees and what she may have mistaken
She's the ghost in my smile, the dust in my asylum, the word in my temple
And through her I find Faythe
Furthermore maybe if I could take the blame
Be someone else, shake the pain while your plane's running away
She always runs; she always moves
She cuts to deuces faster than a junkie running out of the juice
But I guess she was never really mine to lose, i guess she was never really mine to lose
But that don't help explain the things she do
Backing out of the one thing she could really use
7793, I can feel you drifting further away from me
And turning slowly into to the ghost sleeping inside my dreams
If never seeing is believing, I'm a dumbfound disciple
Love-drunk stumbler, thunder heart-thumping disaster
If you run from me, you'll never get faster
And heed my words, take my advice
You'll never know if you never even try
I love it when we fall apart, I love it when you break my heart
Faythe, I need you girl
It's all about Faythe
Come save what's left of my
Heart and soul
Writer: Joe Diliberto
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