my loves an invocation. my loves a wrecking ball. inhaling you at the station, winding you up the walls. a dark road in another city. hoping to reach a phone, but in the morning your heart will find you alone. and i say what i want when i find you alone cause i'm under the gun, you're the happier home. i'm ready. its only love that gives the heart a song. but where in the world is found where it belongs. when i'm ready i will leave. only you know i'm wicked, i follow you in the stalls. bathing out in the west end and washing into the walls. i'm working a way to give you some love in a broken heart, so you were happy in little pieces my love. with a flick of a wand, and a tug on a lease. i'm warming the car, until you're here next to me. I'm ready. i am the voice behind the projectors light, beamed upon your body. i am the haze that haunts all your moonless nights, a fool for your folly. theres those sleeping girls the doors to their bedrooms, lost in the mystery. and the people you love are constantly strangers, bought by their reckless need, when i'm ready i will leave.