Breast to breast, cheek to cheek.
I had your hand and you my soul to keep.
The blood ran innocent as young sin but you were gasping, dying to get in.
We made promises, promises we couldn't keep.
We made love, love that didn't last past the sun peak.
When 17 came you were gone, little to no goodbye, never again did we speak.
Drain the bottle over and over, searching for your smile
I'd walk for days and hundreds of miles, i'd walk all night to see your light.
Broken and lost I made mistakes, did you make the same or was your side of the love all fake?
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 2:04 AM UTC
Breast to breast, cheek to cheek.
I had your hand and you my soul to keep.
The blood ran innocent as young sin but you were gasping, dying to get in.
We made promises, promises we couldn't keep.
We made love, love that didn't last past the sun peak.
When 17 came you were gone, little to no goodbye, never again did we speak.
Drain the bottle over and over, searching for your smile
I'd walk for days and hundreds of miles, i'd walk all night to see your light.
Broken and lost I made mistakes, did you make the same or was your side of the love all fake?
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