A Fool's Love

A fool's love, a fool's love is what you are. Oh, I've got tiny blisters from all your kisses. Oh, I've got damage you, only fumble on when I cry in the night and lie that I'm alright. A fool's love is what you are. Possessed am I for sure, far from being saved I'm a willing sacrifice, kissed in the ebony dark with a broken heart. Every day I hear a harbour bell warning me; there's a dangerous sea I want to swim deeper into your eyes, your arms ever deeper and drown, never to breathe again. A fool's love without mercy is what I want because I don't need a friend, I-just-need you, like-I-need some basic provisions I-don't-need locks and keys and walls that are just prisons without parameters that lead me back to the dangers of you. Oh, you might not even-be-real, but I'm wilting milkweed in your arms. It doesn't matter if you've no Heart-shaped rose bowl vase I am more than happy to-shrivel In these shared organs breathing, kissing Remembering all we've been to each other and all we've ever done.