You put me on a pedestal held up so high but up here I have no advantage
I’m holding the stars saying hello to the moon but I’m further away from you
Plant my feet firmly on the ground so I can see you from my favourite spot
Eye to eye
As we drink whiskey around a red tablecloth
Laughing into the night
I cover my skin with images of the God’s as a reminder of my humanity
I am no God
Just a boy from a mining town
Who cries and lies and despises how much he overthinks his own mind
I am no Adonis
I have lines upon my thighs and scars that aren’t mine on the inside
I have cracks like those ancient sculptures and I know you can see them
Cracked and a little broken but full of love and normality
Lets pour out a glass
Eye to eye
Around the red tablecloth
Let me show you my reality
I deserve no pedestal so please let me come down from the sky
I’ll bring you down a moon and a star and place them inside your eyes
So you can see that I am human like you
Just a boy from a mining town who is in love