fire within you

i will trust you but it's just not good enough

cause standing in the rain is sure enough to catch you a cold

we're falling short but we're growing old

you could carry inside you a promise too deep

i will keep you a secret if it's me you want to keep

in your kitchen of white we can lean against the sink

drink hot tea or just listen to music but

instead i will lay you down against this couch of red

(too red) and too beautiful is this

feeling i get when you're too close and i can see your lashes

and watch the way your lips part and

i'm sounding redundant when i try to describe your art

but it's the way you still have that fire within you

it's the way i convince myself everything is true

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