Half-Life of an Autodidact

[Verse One]
Is love a fool of brackish gold
Protected like a lilac code
Becalmed by the breadth of the sun
Denuded and diffused again
And wild he went so sired, so subsumed
Forbade his babe by root
To ever lapse into ruin and regret

[Chorus One]
Juliet! Oh I can't crease
I get tired, I just get tired
As fleur-de-lis, noblesse oblige counts the wires
I just got tired along the flame to you
I'm on my way to you
40 years to finally wake up
And 9 more to sling the snakes out of view

[Verse Two]
Richly pink, that steel poem flam
A flint of luck miscasts my chance
As one does after day's droll dance
Triumph after triumph dashed
Words to churn past fire and the moon
It's strange who calls my pew
Making good on that promise, and her youth

[Chorus Two]
Peony please! Oh I can't preach
I get tired, I just get tired
As fleur-de-lis, noblesse oblige counts the wires
I just got tired along the flame to you
I'm on my way to you
Along the flame to you
I'm on my way to you
40 years to finally wake up
And 9 more to sling the snakes out of view

[Bridge/Outro]
Along the flame to you
I'm on my way to you
Along the flame to you
I'm on my way to you