Love me in velvet ; it’s smooth but hate feels just the same.

So I wonder if you could love me through my pain.

Its all really the same.

Love me in velvet.

All black or deep navy blue.

I just want to know that your love is true.

I feel vintage ; he sinned so I’m all in my silk.

Sometimes I get lost but I never lose a grip.

On this road I travel and pray.

Searching a find to stay ; a way.

Golden specs a gleam for my dismay.

My light.

A light to guide the way.

A young vet.

I feel vintage in my silk.

Sometimes I get lost but I never lose a grip.

I twist. I stagger. I slip. I dont fall nor fold.

I feel the heat of the pavement yet it’s keeping me cold.

Trust me when I say im vintage in my silk.