Being with you is like the game we would play in 8th grade science class
(everyone would hold hands in a circle to see how long they could stand the electricity flowing through their veins)
But we are magnets that bent over backwards to be pressed against each other
If you are the lightning
reaching
burning through silence
brilliant electricity
(our hearts thunder in the distance,
1 second behind)
I am the key on the kite
Our class
Benjamin Franklin
You
Discovered
the law of attraction
the law of never letting go.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 1:42 AM UTC
Being with you is like the game we would play in 8th grade science class
(everyone would hold hands in a circle to see how long they could stand the electricity flowing through their veins)
But we are magnets that bent over backwards to be pressed against each other
If you are the lightning
reaching
burning through silence
brilliant electricity
(our hearts thunder in the distance,
1 second behind)
I am the key on the kite
Our class
Benjamin Franklin
You
Discovered
the law of attraction
the law of never letting go.
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