You are the cactus that stings my lips when I try for a kiss.
You are the innocence I can't no longer find in my sheets.
You are the heart shape scar on my knee.
You are the wild boy who I set free.
You are part of me and I am part of you.
And this why you feel red and I feel blue.
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 1:37 AM UTC
You are the cactus that stings my lips when I try for a kiss.
You are the innocence I can't no longer find in my sheets.
You are the heart shape scar on my knee.
You are the wild boy who I set free.
You are part of me and I am part of you.
And this why you feel red and I feel blue.