Succumbing to ghosts of lustful past
Knowing that my soul will be the price
Falling further into beauty of our chaos
Baby, I love the way you take it slow
You are the angel at my door and
The devil within me, taking all control
We both know how this will end
Yet, we push on; falling victim to our past
Lonely ghosts reappearing on algid night.
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 5:53 PM UTC
Succumbing to ghosts of lustful past
Knowing that my soul will be the price
Falling further into beauty of our chaos
Baby, I love the way you take it slow
You are the angel at my door and
The devil within me, taking all control
We both know how this will end
Yet, we push on; falling victim to our past
Lonely ghosts reappearing on algid night.
Sometimes even knowing that it’s bad for you, we still push on because it’s familiar.
