Use Me, I Choose You

The haziness of an eyelid dropping slightly for the sun The steadiness in the morning before sordid deeds are yet done The garden looks like what you'd see when age and beauty become one I'll drink what you'll drink Eyes peeled for the moment I lose focus and fall short All sorts of times new roman set in stone can still distort But damned if I'm not a dreamer, a late redeemer early to port And I'll see what you'll see You could really use me Done with all the famous fighting fit for writing perfect prose Done with longstanding artforms bar the dark, stormy nights, I suppose And I'll drink what you'll drink I'll hear what you think of this all We'll love what we are And we will go far And I'll be where you'll be You could really use me I'll do what you do I will always choose you