You’re a castle built up in the clouds, young man,
but I won’t forget your love-
you never knew I took it,
You had no idea what a champ you had grown to,
had grown to be perfect for me,
had shed all your true self for me.
If you were ever flesh you were putty,
and I saw nothing but wood,
but you’re easier to play with that way.
And if you ever broke that curse,
I’ll certainly look away.