Hey, Girl in those high heels and shining red dress
Would mind spilling your blood on the pages of this poem?
Or even just your first name cause' i really think you're an angel
You're something god-sent but in the devil's clothing
I think you're the one, girl, cause' my arms didn't hurt when i caught while you were falling
You've always been worth it
Like treasure in the pyramids, call me Indiana Jones, i'll never forfeit
At times it feels like we were destined
Just written on different back to back pages
I'm on a look out for psychiatrist
Cause' i got the crazy for you
Maybe this is just a tuneless song
Waiting to be sang by your lips of hope