Gold

She was digging for gold in the bottom of the holes in my pockets
But, when she came up for air, she had nothing but dirt in her hands
So, with a phantoming gaze, she retired to her speculations
Deciding between the dream and the menacing man that I am

But I was praying we won't be forced to stay
Until our hearts stop beating
Too afraid to admit defeat again
I didn't wanna say it wasn't real
I would rather stick to thinking I'm too esoteric

She perfected the art of dividing her love from her lover
But, in the end, I would find she retired her heart from her man
And, in a riotous daze, she conspired to forced litigations
Deciding to distance herself from the menacing man that I am

And she was praying we won't be forced to stay
Until our hearts stop beating
Too afraid to admit defeat again
I didn't wanna say it wasn't real
I was, rather, stuck in thinking I'm too es-o-ter-
Esoteric

Celebrate that we won't be forced to stay
Until our hearts stop beating
Unafraid to admit defeat again
A little closer to something real
Still, I just can't fight that feeling I'm too esoteric