YOU WERE A YEAR OF WHATEVER YOU WERE A YEAR OF
a year i could have stayed inside forever
YOU WERE THE FUEL TO MY FIRE YOU WERE THE WOOD THAT
only ever made me burn higher
YOU WERE THE GRIND ON THE DANCE FLOOR THE ONE NIGHT
in heaven the one night i didn't think about her not once i was alright
YOU WERE THE SHARED CLOTHES SO QUICKLY FORGOTTEN
on my floor, do you still want them back, i've stopped sleeping with them
YOU WERE THE DRESS PULLED TOO TIGHTLY THE SHIRT
pulled right off i let you see something no one else had with my permission
YOU WERE THE PILLS DOWNED AT MIDNIGHT THE LAST
glass of *** shared & burning; turning into the rack where my fears are hung
YOU WERE MY EARLY FALL YOU WERE MY
you were my early fall.
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 11:52 PM UTC
YOU WERE A YEAR OF WHATEVER YOU WERE A YEAR OF
a year i could have stayed inside forever
YOU WERE THE FUEL TO MY FIRE YOU WERE THE WOOD THAT
only ever made me burn higher
YOU WERE THE GRIND ON THE DANCE FLOOR THE ONE NIGHT
in heaven the one night i didn't think about her not once i was alright
YOU WERE THE SHARED CLOTHES SO QUICKLY FORGOTTEN
on my floor, do you still want them back, i've stopped sleeping with them
YOU WERE THE DRESS PULLED TOO TIGHTLY THE SHIRT
pulled right off i let you see something no one else had with my permission
YOU WERE THE PILLS DOWNED AT MIDNIGHT THE LAST
glass of *** shared & burning; turning into the rack where my fears are hung
YOU WERE MY EARLY FALL YOU WERE MY
you were my early fall.
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