Do you wanna be the animal to take me apart?
Break my patience, [bad word] my sacred art
Do you promise to be with me if I beg and I crawl?
In my darkest mood, through the private walls

Will you stay even when the [bad word] have gone?
For it won't be long before I tumble
Turn it to the anxious ground
That just, just [bad word] down

In fire, in whispers
I would die for a million years
I promise to be your rockstar
But then promises don't mean anything anymore

In the summer of twenty five was a correcting
Of excuses, of our need to win
To ourselves we lie we could be the new beginning
Digging up treasure, taking the time to love, and to live, and to sin, 

And you stayed
Even when the [bad word] were gone
So I sing this song to you [?]
of never ending poetry
That just, just you and me

In fire, in whispers
I would die for a million years
I promise to be your rockstar
But then rockstars don't mean anything anymore