Luke: “Thanks for saving my life.”
Reva: “Thanks for changing mine.”

I think you might be bulletproof

But you shouldn’t have to be

I guess fear is why I have that recoil

and it circles back into me

 

I’ve apologized a million times

and every time I meant it

Like I intended every love letter

every time I sent it

 

But they’re not the same thing

Not in the same galaxy

 

You’re a kind of hero

with no cape and no sword

Your heart is the source of your power

but unlike Superman you get no reward

 

My reality’s a kind of kryptonite

for what he have

It can suck it dry

and cut a moment in half

 

But I promise to work at it

as much as it’s been said

 

But you’re a kind of hero

with no sword and no cape

I’m trying to give you a place to land

safely within the licking flames

 

The Flames that I create.

 

 

You’ve restarted my heart

and I need to give light to your dark

 

This life preserver you’ve tossed.

I need to make room for both of us.