88 keys.

i needed a crutch.

i needed a hand,

actually, i needed two.

i needed all 88 keys,

and i needed you.

i needed you to say

that a summer away

was just a summer away,

and we'll catch up

some other day.

the lightning strikes,

and here comes the rain.

just like the one before,

you only know one game.

and when you can't respond

to the easiest question i know,

then i know there must be

some brick wall somewhere

on the other side of the planet.

we've left earth, my dear.

we'll spend our nights in

separate craters,

speaking only to the 

man in the moon.

and here i thought you were

some delicious saviour,

some hell-bent angel,

and you're nothing but a coward.

nothing but a joke and a

receptionist.

so clap your hands

if your working too hard,

and break a sweat,

if you want to think about it.

i have all these secrets that i

need to get off my skull,

and all these smiles that

i want to throw at you.

like a game of catch.

is a game of catch too much

to ask?

but while we're here,

give me the vitals.

tell me where i went wrong,

and when the heartbeat stopped.

it took me 3 weeks to fall,

3 more and you'll never see me again.

a piano with all 88 keys.

defender, defend.

all along i called you

an original work of art,

but tell me, dear, what is

your favourite colour?

you're as fake as your style,

and a cheat with a turned hip.

see you at the lunar eclipse,

with your eyes wide.

i needed all 88 keys,

and i needed you.

we are not the same.