Twenty-one balloons; blew with the breeze
begging for freedom to put them at ease...

Falling back to old conclusions,
Old habits on the bathroom floor...

The keeper of the sky,
He's the keeper of the sea...

Outrageous behavior she enrolls in each day,
The cutting of raw flesh as blood falls astray...

I'm bullet-proof when around you,
Babe you make me feel secure...

[And there lays her tiara,
Broken from the fall...

Welcome back,
The floor speaks...

He's dressed as your Saviour,
He's your tall handsome escape...

Take my hand but don't control me,
Live your life and I'll live mine...

Kiss me and my worries wash away,
Your gentle lips the cure to my horrid day...

With tears of joy,
And smiles of fear...

-Keep in mind I am trying to cure writers block.
I'm just messing around...