your eyes drown me deeper than the ocean and i can never get up for air, but if drowing means i could look at you forever then I'll probably inundate myself.

your touch burns me and it hurts, but if burning means i could have you here by me then I'll probably burn to ashes.

your words were nothing but sweet lies, but if listening to your lies means i could hear you say you love me then I'll pretend; ill always pretend that they were true.
—g.l