shining down pure as starlight,
beaming in your silk nightgown
a fairy dressed all in white.
You'd read me a story,
the only one you could tell,
with each run I would wonder
if it might finally end well.
After ever after, there's no genie in your bottle
to grant the lost wishes you wipe off your lip.
And all the kings men and all the kings horses
have left you with me in a sinking ship.
There's no room for dreaming,
can't fit it into my suitcase
for this road trip from hell
up a long winding staircase.
You say we've arrived but
what waits at the top?
A new dragon to chase
then a hundred-foot drop?
After ever after, there's no genie in your bottle
to grant the lost wishes you wipe off your lip.
And all the kings men and all the kings horses
have left you with me in a sinking ship.
I charted a course chasing you through the sky,
thought you twinkled for me to stave off the dark.
But as you started to fade in the fresh light of day,
I could spy the black hole in your heart.
#DemiMoore_InsideOut
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