I met you in a day turned night
I felt displaced, I brimmed with spite
You burned the oil of my pain
You turned me, made me more humane
So I'll write your name in the rocks
I'll feel the sunset in your locks
And sometimes when I fall asleep
I'll call you when my horror seeps.
I thought my time had come and sighed
Because my jaded heart had died
I'd heard the stories of I Am Whore
But you learned me beyond my thoughts before;
Please hold me while I whim away
I'm floating and it's hard to stay
but I wrote your name in the rocks
I've written now; now I can't stop.
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