Well kiss me again
God I love it
I don't really believe in God but I believe in your pulse
close enough
I'll melt for you just like plastic in fire
Diamond to my glass but you'll never catch me
letting myself be extinguished for anyone else
I was ten years old and my Dad said
Honey
Keep your bags at the front door because you never know
when you will be forced to run
like he ran from my Mother it's fine
I mean it's fine
because well, he leaves his shoes at the front door
and not the back I need that
But Dad
believe me
There's no point in being a diamond if you can bite right through it
That kind of love isn't emotionally cheap
My family is always looking at me like they're
waiting for me to be Niagara Falls
but I'm Manhattan, concrete
Hold me down and make sure the neighbours are home
Give me the test
I'll take it