Sever

Might look so grand from a distance that you need to touch

It gives a vision of the simple, but it isn’t much

I won't be fooled by its touch of emotional supply

The scent of affair in heavy allure will dry

The cold and the bare grasped so delicate by one’s eye

Is why we can't ally and elope to wry

Almost forgotten the way we used to live for play

To be accepted, I must blend into convention's way

And sing in universal ways

I won't be fooled by its touch of emotional supply

The scent of affair in heavy allure will dry

The cold and the bare grasped so delicate by one’s eye

Is why we can't ally and elope to wry