Black-Lights crawl across your skin as we dance,
Giving You a violet tourniquet for
That broken heart of yours.
let it Never be said that I forced it upon you,
To be the one I Looked Into.
instead we Fall,
each of us,
Into a drunken swirl of Bright lights.
Jul 3, 2011
Jul 3, 2011 at 9:56 PM UTC
Black-Lights crawl across your skin as we dance,
Giving You a violet tourniquet for
That broken heart of yours.
let it Never be said that I forced it upon you,
To be the one I Looked Into.
instead we Fall,
each of us,
Into a drunken swirl of Bright lights.