(Verse 1) You trace the constellations in my eyes And claim you’re lost within the velvet dark, You see a saint in ivory disguise, While hiding every fated, earthen spark. You speak of me as if I’m made of glass, A fragile light too luminous to hold, Watching the shadows of your spirit pass, Afraid your silver touch might tarnish gold. (Pre-Chorus) But your devotion is a gilded cage, Building a pedestal I never sought, You’re reading beauty on a hollow page, While drowning in the battles you have fought. (Chorus) Oh, stay within the warmth of common ground, Don’t weave a crown from stars I cannot reach. In every silence, there’s a haunting sound: The lessons of the "perfect" that you preach. You say I’m "too divine" for your embrace, A masterpiece beyond your weary heart, But love is lost when you’re in awe of grace, And keep us worlds—and heavens—far apart. (Verse 2) Your whispers paint me in a nectar glow, A bloom that never felt the winter’s sting, But there are depths that you refuse to know, And broken notes that only I can sing. Stop seeking shelter in a dream of me, And looking for a sky without a flaw, For in this heightened, false idolatry, You’ve missed the very soul you said you saw. (Bridge) I am no deity, no sacred flame, Just blood and bone, and longing for your hand. Don't cast me out in Honor’s hollow name, To drift above the life that we had planned. (Outro) The pedestal is lonely, cold, and high, A monument to love you’ve cast away. If I’m the sun within your morning sky, Then why am I the reason for your grey? Don't let "too good" be how we say goodbye.
