Safely on shore I ran through the woods,
deeply entangled in the thicket of various hoods.
Lost in the brown eyes and the sweetest of nothings,
Still. I remained, constantly on the hunt for something.
Wading by the water is my Savior.
While, Still. I took part in lustrous behavior.
I apologize and repent, only to do it again.
A serious craving for love stays in the life of sin.
Hiding in my sacred space, away from the eyes,
Still. They hunt me down, my jewel is their prize.
One by one they devoured me and, Still. I remained.
Still. Searching for something. Love on the brain?