The Pierces

Nothing thrills us anymore

No one kills us anymore

Life is such a chore

When it's….

Boring...

We are stars,

Fashioned in the flesh and bone.

We are islands,

Excuses to remain alone.

We are moons,

Throw ourselves around each other.

We are oceans,

Being controlled by the pull of another.

Two can keep a secret

If one of them is dead

We'd be so less fragile

If we're made from metal,

And our hearts from iron,

And our minds from steel.

...I just wanna be loved by you.

I see nothing worse than to sail this universe without you...