I Would Marry, Hermês, If I Could

For some reason, there is no one else I think about but Hermês whenever this song plays, especially in these lines:

Breathe air you’re not used to
Tread floors you don’t fall through
Make waves…
You crash a cymbal hard
Follow no one, always play the wrong card
Waste days in foreign places
Shed light on your better side

Fight fires in your best clothes,
Touch skin with your eyes closed
Chase thunder with the volume down
Pack a suitcase, wander to the next town
Force quit on your losing streak
Solve a riddle in a magazine, be tongue in cheek

You are the risk I’ll always take
The only branch I’ll never break
Those fears we’ll blow them all away,
we’ll blow them all away

I love you, Hermês, my Lord and Friend. I would literally marry you if I could.


Hermes by XVIISideris on DeviantArt


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