Your lips transcend reality
A levitation of sorts
Our hearts beat faster
My tongue etches promises of forevers into your mouth
Your lungs; collapsed and wounded from empty promise after empty
Promises
Only exist as a crutch to walk the doubts in my mind away from my OCD
Hey, "R.I.P. to da CD can't eben play my hits"
I just remembered your angel-like voice singing that song
I don't keep in touch with my faith as much as I should
Now I'm just rambling
But you know I do this a lot
You know I'm scatterbrained
I'm certain now that you are my soulmate
I pull my lips away from yours
I pulled my lips away from yours
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 2:55 AM UTC
Your lips transcend reality
A levitation of sorts
Our hearts beat faster
My tongue etches promises of forevers into your mouth
Your lungs; collapsed and wounded from empty promise after empty
Promises
Only exist as a crutch to walk the doubts in my mind away from my OCD
Hey, "R.I.P. to da CD can't eben play my hits"
I just remembered your angel-like voice singing that song
I don't keep in touch with my faith as much as I should
Now I'm just rambling
But you know I do this a lot
You know I'm scatterbrained
I'm certain now that you are my soulmate
I pull my lips away from yours
I pulled my lips away from yours
