I swear she's an angel with scapulae for wings
She sleeps with her back to me
so I can feel their beating in my chest
How I want to be the sin for which an angel fell
Her golden mane falls drunkenly on her shoulders
One day I found a 14 karat thread
clinging to the shower wall
And I tore out one of my own just to be there with yours
If I could, I would
grow your hair from my pores
Just to feel that much
closer once more
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 1:29 PM UTC
I swear she's an angel with scapulae for wings
She sleeps with her back to me
so I can feel their beating in my chest
How I want to be the sin for which an angel fell
Her golden mane falls drunkenly on her shoulders
One day I found a 14 karat thread
clinging to the shower wall
And I tore out one of my own just to be there with yours
If I could, I would
grow your hair from my pores
Just to feel that much
closer once more
