Fighter jets fly
Shoot me down cold
It was winter in my chest
With fire in my throat
Running on two fingers
I never thought you'd catch me
So open, so bold
No, no
They're out of control
Crashing, spiraling
Twisting down
And all they say,
"You should've known"
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 10:20 PM UTC
Fighter jets fly
Shoot me down cold
It was winter in my chest
With fire in my throat
Running on two fingers
I never thought you'd catch me
So open, so bold
No, no
They're out of control
Crashing, spiraling
Twisting down
And all they say,
"You should've known"
