Well I have no clue how it came up
But there are flames pouring like blood.
Like magic healing in our lips
Intertwined like death is on our heels
I never thought that I could feel like this
There are sparks flying like a blow torch in a barn.
I love the way you comfort me
Whenever I’m sad and down
When I’m mad I say “back off”
You say “not until you calm down”
I make a face
Then you smile
And all the while I’m crying
You hold me tight
And gently rock away my fears
You don’t care if I ruin your shirt
As long as the pain stops flowing
Then we are one sitting there
Loving each other
Is it just me, or is this room heating up?
We’re flying
Sparks like a blow torch in a barn
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
Well I have no clue how it came up
But there are flames pouring like blood.
Like magic healing in our lips
Intertwined like death is on our heels
I never thought that I could feel like this
There are sparks flying like a blow torch in a barn.
I love the way you comfort me
Whenever I’m sad and down
When I’m mad I say “back off”
You say “not until you calm down”
I make a face
Then you smile
And all the while I’m crying
You hold me tight
And gently rock away my fears
You don’t care if I ruin your shirt
As long as the pain stops flowing
Then we are one sitting there
Loving each other
Is it just me, or is this room heating up?
We’re flying
Sparks like a blow torch in a barn
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