Marry a Memory

Hook:
In my lifetime twice was perfection seen
Perfection blessed for my destiny
And yet twice time, I chose to tarry see
Tarry foolishly and choose to lose a memory
In my lifetime twice was perfection seen
Perfection blessed for my destiny
And what's left from perfection such as it seems
Nothing left for me as I marry a memory

Verse 1:
Fresh
Yes, she is
Fresh enough that she would bear my kids
Said she'd be the one to bear my kids
I see now that I wanted she to bear my kids
Bear everything, and be my everything and plus more
Unsettling's the thought that I had a shot to score
And settle the seas that seemed to crash onshore
But Lord, what'd I have to go be such a fool for?
She shook me to the core much more than any wave could
Yet with the same rapport bring a snore any babe would
Covet and reach for like I covet and reach for she
Though knowing she won't reach for me
Not after all that I said
Not after all that I done
Because after all of it's said
She's blessed that all of it's done
Because all of it spun and just dissolved in the sun
Like the wax on the wings tied to Daedalus' son
See the wax on our wings was trust
A must for any set of wings to function
Lose it and the assumption of any purity in one's actions is gone
Either frail like a fawn, or like a stag stand strong
Because all that we long for is rest
Alone with one who seems to bring forward the best
And yes, after all these years, she shatters all of her peers
And leaves me to scream through my tears
That Butterfly is fresh

Hook

Verse 2:
Fresh
Yes, she is
Fresh enough that she would bear my kids
Said she'd be the one to bear my kids
I see now that I wanted she to bear my kids
Bear everything, and be my everything and plus more
Unsettling's the thought that I had a shot to score
And settle the seas that seemed to crash onshore
But Lord, what'd I have to go and let her go for?
She shook me to the core much more than the first babe could
Yet with the same rapport bring a snore any slave would
Covet and reach for like I covet and reach for she
Though knowing she won't reach for me
Not after all that I said
Not after all that I done
Because after all that I've said
She's blessed that all of it's done
Because all of it spun and just dissolved in the sun
Like the wax on the wings tied to Daedalus' son
See the wax on our wings this time was desire
A must for any wings to withstand the fire
Lose it, watch it get weary and tire like any empire
In dire need of a king with actions to inspire
Passion and zen fire wired in her breast
She believed I was the sire to bring forward her best
Yet hardly was I as I failed to arrest
So I sit and reminisce and lose breath
Because CeCe was fresh
Believe me she's fresh

Hook