My Purest Heart For You

always the quiet type.

you're wrapped around a midnight bed post.

for slow songs and summer sets

you wear your necklace like a halo.

I'll play the schoolyard prince

who flaunts his charm so idly.

with a taste of june and august

i'll sever your dress. "so, settle baby..."

olive and out of season;

your skin is playful, tan and tangled.

it's so cute, the way your wear me

and dance beneath a sky set ablaze.

taking pictures of debutantes

and fall asleep on the front lawn.

i hear the music playing from your room...

we're trying to pretend it's summer when it's not.

i'll take a sweet and subtle breath

and count the steps between our beds.

we were kings before eighteen,

we let the sun sing us to sleep.

without our hearts to hold us back

we took the ocean as a map.

french kiss the night fall for

the scent of saline that falls across the shore

and jealous girls who wish on shooting stars

and the careless boys who play tennis with your heart.

we slow dance with our best friends

and lace the sky with decadence

from empty bottles the ocean drank

and dare ourselves to walk the plank.

i'll take a sweet and subtle breath

and count the steps between our beds.

we were kings before eighteen,

we let the sun sing us to sleep.

without our hearts to hold us back

we took the ocean as a map.

the dance is over and the party smells like smoke

and if you ask then I will walk you home

but I can't find you anywhere.

consider this one more final "I need you.

we were kings before eighteen,

we let the sun sing us to sleep.

without our hearts to hold us back

we took the ocean as a map.

we were kings before eighteen,

your lips sang my eyes to sleep.

without our hearts to hold us back

we took the ocean as a map.

we were kings before eighteen,

cursed to search for foreign queens.

promise never to look back...