Mr. Want
I want to tear out half the pagesI want to create a different colorI want to roll your thoughts and smoke ‘emI want to crush this bitter softness
But Mr. Want is deadHe was sick for a long timeI would have liked to have known himBut he left too soonNow Mr. Want is deadHe was sick for a long timeI would have liked to have known himBut he left too soon
I want to bathe in the sea of rescueI want to knit a sweater for the moonI want to steal your breath and sell itI want to pour honey on the blade
But Mr. Want is deadHe was sick for a long timeI would have liked to have known himBut he left too soonNow Mr. Want is deadHe was sick for a long timeI would have liked to have known himBut he left too soon
Yeah… Soon… Yeah… SoonYeah… Soon… Yeah
I want to escape this endless freedomI want to laugh like summer lightningI want to ignore your best seductionI want to love with all my hatred
But Mr. Want is deadHe was sick for a long timeI would have liked to have known himBut he left too soonNow Mr. Want is deadHe was sick for a long timeI would have liked to have known himBut he left too soon
Now Mr. Want is deadHe was sick for a long timeI would have liked to have known himBut he left too soonNow Mr. Want is deadHe was sick for a long timeI would have liked to have known himBut he left too soon