I don’t want to save you for a rainy day,
Because we are the storm.
I don’t want you to buy me flowers,
Because you are the thorns
I can’t fall asleep in your arms,
For you are the nightmare
Can’t trust my own reflection,
The moon blinds with a glare.
And I really can’t remember,
If what was left was ever enough
Fighting with gunpowder,
Because we’re made of that stuff.
-Taylor
And I crave your poison.
Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 6:04 PM UTC
I don’t want to save you for a rainy day,
Because we are the storm.
I don’t want you to buy me flowers,
Because you are the thorns
I can’t fall asleep in your arms,
For you are the nightmare
Can’t trust my own reflection,
The moon blinds with a glare.
And I really can’t remember,
If what was left was ever enough
Fighting with gunpowder,
Because we’re made of that stuff.
-Taylor
And I crave your poison.
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