The Cooler

Into
the deep ocean in my mind
Been told before
that love is blind

Black and white
My color comes in gray
Pictures been gloomy
Since that third of September day

Promises
Need pinky fingers
When swearing on my heart
We've already mapped are route
On lifes love chart

Take me
To the ends of the earth
Spirit needs more soul
Not mirth

Leave my body
I'm home
My place of birth

I'm willing to take a risk
I am willing to admit my mistakes
And fix this

Troubled waters
Seep through my soul

I'm on a heater
A lucky streak
Never was my role