The Prince of The Paper - mars

If I put my heart in your hands,

would you promise me to keep it warm?

to keep it beating without demands,

would you shelter me from the storm?

There's no way to say what I'm about to say,

but I would die for love, I would die for fame

if you want to make it big, they say

there is a right time and a right place

and Mars is the planet for the glory seekers.

Sometimes you're a woman

sometimes I'm a man

now that may be hard to understand for everybody else

but we think it makes sense.

In Mars, in Mars

we're all dying stars

I want to stay here forever

in your protective arms.

Everybody's here since they found water

and they all have a talent, but they're all as good as the others

but us baby, we're probably better

a whole constellation crashed the moment that I met you.

If I had been gone before we even met,

would you notice it at all?

'cause maybe time, it can turn back

and I have to be ready for it all.

And do I want to be what you want to be

or did I just see myself in your pain?

whenever I keep my self-loathing thoughts to myself

people agree that my rebellion was staged

I believe in the Moon, but not in the phases.

And you're hard to catch

like a wild comet

my hands are still burning black

from the last time we've met

but I wouldn't trade you for any other.

I have always had nightmares that kept me awake

of people I love dying and since you are one of them

it's getting harder to sleep

and impossible to dream

and I don't mean to pressure

but would you call me back before the Apocalypse?

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