Yellow Lyrics

My body tenses up with a dominant male in a figure of authority

But if a dom is in my bed then I'm begging him to fuck me

And you would think I would have this shit figured out by now

Considering all the poems that I write about healing

And some nights, I admit, I still invite the darkness in and sometimes I let him sing to me

But I am strong enough now to collect my material then I am able to stand up and leave

and I know I am building, for up I go

And I shall paint for the rest of my life, each day of my own design

Hold tight to my soul, darling

It's time for the rising

A phoenix at the finish line

Once you make your first dime, you'll learn how to make it two

Call me the time traveler's wife, I go back in time, slay my demons for dollars

I am trying to blow the fuck up, what else did you expect me to do

Only once I stumbled up to the edge of my madness did I begin to hear choirs harmonize with the air vent

And they have sung here ever since

The truth is, I crave afternoons that radiate wholeness, the kind that make you want to wear yellow

Sunlight dripping off of her eyelids like honey, the familiar curve of Pacific Coast Highway

Sea salt and citrus rush in through the window as the song surrenders something holy to me

In the sense that I can now breathe in the word beautiful and finally let it be meant for me

Less girl, more galaxy

The truth is, I ache for the sounds of a house that's lived in

I want to capture every creak in the floorboard as life moves around in here

The shuffle of footsteps echo down the hall, my name being called to ask where the car keys are

And to him I'll say, slow down, my love

Let me hear your sentences

Do your words break like the waves or do they run like a river that's flowing

You're the closest thing to holy that I have ever been

I promise to be your witness, baby, I will memorize everything

If you give me love, God, I will never ask for a thing again, I swear it, amen

All I'm asking for is laughter, four chambers and a heart to make a home of

And I want to have a daughter, I want to name her Haven

I want her own skin to be the safest home that she has ever known

Her very name mean the harbor that she can fall asleep in

And sometimes it feels like everything good has went

And shall remain a memory

But I know a man who sifts through my poems and reads every novel I quote

So I'm thinking that I might let him marry me

A beautiful man with a beautiful mind who made a lighthouse out of a gypsy

Truth is

I crave the sounds of a house that's lived in

I would bottle them up as a love potion to prove that a person like me could make a home out of something

Because what saves us are the beautiful things

In the end, it's the beautiful things