Forever in a day, for it to outweigh
forever on replay with the noway
here or there plays the game of keep away
within a morn of grey that colors me red, among the absent bouquets
that were led astray by angers prey
as calm prays, come what may
for who else could I lay
(and I'm talking about the position not the mixture of DNA)
to listen to the cliches
of love without the decay of time
just so that heaven can can keep it on display.
For this time is just an entree
that fills the means for what lies beyond the fray
for who cares what the ignorant say
when the, prove it, rules are so easy to obey.
So let her smile be eternal
beyond the shit colored journal
to recolor the sun with a hue that's thermal
and freeze our day, to never turn nocturnal.