Fly Guy

See,
I was that dumb girl;
He was that one guy
The one I wished was my guy;
That really, really fly guy,
The type that wasted my time,
He promised me a lifetime,
But only arrived in the night time,
And I gave him my time of day
He took it, but kind of shied away
Stealth and crouched his way
Broke my heart and yet still found a place,
For when all these girls went dunce and mocked his taste
In other women, I was still there and he called me Grace.
For with my arms around him and his tears in my shirt,
The world around us would momentarily seize to exist and I'd take away his hurt
Turn it into my own as him, from me, face rebirth
And I, for he, would turn back to the dirt
For the more he smiled about things he thought I never knew,
The more I'd die and count the days till I wouldn't get to greet another moon,
As my tears had already gotten to the point where they'd withered,
Seeing as I shook hands with each breeze that seemed to carry me further into the winter,
The furthest I'd reached lay in the womb of No Mans Land
But hung deeply in the tomb of "Baby, surely we can..."
Because all I wanted to do was resolve this,
But none of the shit we've been through could ever be gone with the mist,
Because I was the dumb girl,
And you were that one guy,
Every girl's One Guy,
The exceptional kind of fly guy,
The type that only truly lived in the night time,
But made a point to fuck about the daylight.