Lyrics

I am unfulfilled
Your inattention to my delusion
Is contradictory to this cup of filth I hail
There is no folding in this game of cards
I try to speak but the words are foreign, for you are beset in your approach
Instinct says flee
But instinct also says, flee is fail
So the dilemma
Speak, flee, or fail
42 is not the answer to this
And yet I cling to my cards
I am so humbled by the message you have bestowed
I would not have you fold
Not for me, but for you
Your 42 on the mirror has hit me to the core
It is a reflection, of your love of… us… and a mirror of what we can improve upon
The dream in which I live each day are only words that are right in front of me
You are my 42 too.
I vow to be your 42.
I change the name of this
Rayanne, my love…you are my 42.