Heaven Sent

I was never gonna find love,
with the way I lied to myself,
for the food of love
must be made to perfection.

The light on the phone blinking,
they're textin' to say
they're into you,
can't help but know it's true.

It was never going to work,
she left you in the dark,
I'm still lying around,
come on Mr. Big-Shot!

Listen to your heart beat,
feel that deep drum and rhythm,
the touch of skin on skin,
skin crawling, welcome to heaven.

Gates are open, eyes locked on,
see them standing, walking,
in your arms.

Thank you God for this man.


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