I fell in love with a girl, she's lemon and lace,
we're spinning through corridors in outer space.
I am nothing but a city-slicker
with a bloodstream of liquor
asking this angelic being to dance.
I don't deserve that kind of chance.
So instead I sit and bob my head,
imagining her inside my bed...
sleeping by my side,
a thought I never tried.
Trust me, I don't want to ****
to know you're safe would be enough.
The ashes of my cigarette
scream the nothings I regret,
for she is made of morphing stars
and I'm brawling in dingy bars.
In my head, she’s just for me...
For her, I’d break reality.
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 8:29 PM UTC
I fell in love with a girl, she's lemon and lace,
we're spinning through corridors in outer space.
I am nothing but a city-slicker
with a bloodstream of liquor
asking this angelic being to dance.
I don't deserve that kind of chance.
So instead I sit and bob my head,
imagining her inside my bed...
sleeping by my side,
a thought I never tried.
Trust me, I don't want to ****
to know you're safe would be enough.
The ashes of my cigarette
scream the nothings I regret,
for she is made of morphing stars
and I'm brawling in dingy bars.
In my head, she’s just for me...
For her, I’d break reality.
I'm falling in love and I hate it.
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