Poetry In the Margins

We are astronomers Studying your heart It's free like the universe And finicky like art And you, you are guarded You write me poetry in the margins Secrets to find when you're gone The way that you breathe Like fucked up poetry You hate the world but you love me just fine Let my roses dry In the sunlight Think that maybe you were born to die But i'll love you tonight You love the darkness Especially when you're high You're free like the raven And soon you'll fly And you, you're the one who started This, you left notes in the margins Relics of some past life The way that you breathe Like fucked up poetry You hate the world but you love me just fine Let my roses dry In the sunlight Think that maybe you were born to die But i'll love you tonight And you always loved me best (You hate the world) You always loved me best (You hate the, you hate the world) But you always loved me best (You hate the, you hate the world) You always loved me best The way that you breathe Like fucked up poetry You hate them all but you love me just fine Cause I'm the sunlight and you're the moonshine Think that maybe you were born to die But i'll love you tonight