you tell me
you'd rather leave
than smell the smoke that lingers on my skin
you tell me
that i can't be happy
when all i have is nicotine and halfhearted lies
you tell me
not to play with fire
because i might burn myself to the ground
but what you don't realize
is i am a wildfire
and i want
to burn
((out))
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 9:31 AM UTC
you tell me
you'd rather leave
than smell the smoke that lingers on my skin
you tell me
that i can't be happy
when all i have is nicotine and halfhearted lies
you tell me
not to play with fire
because i might burn myself to the ground
but what you don't realize
is i am a wildfire
and i want
to burn
((out))
inspired partially by Alaska Young
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