Heartswarm - Swan Lake

Do my eyes deceive me?

Or is it truly spring time in Paris for that piece of shit

I don’t care what’s true, I don’t care what you do

To that stone that you hold in your arms

At the end of the day in a heartswarm

I was sick of the rodeo

I was sick of the farm

I was stuck in inside of dreams, coming off something pretty strong

And you could’ve been fair

You could’ve been ruthless like the other girls in love with the war

Down at the summer fair in heartswarm

Dearest darling, no one’s in it for the long haul

Look here, Kelly, no one’s in it at all

I was coming off something particularly strong

You had your gloves on

They looked fucking brutal as a storm