Your ex-girl friend looks like ice
and I'm fire.
Talk me down to Earth,
the energy has ***** my heart these days.
Desire.
Sacral chakra running roses through the ground.
Dragon's blood ink - I wanna write your name.
It's red like eyes from the winter, red like boiling point.
Do you miss my lipstick or Scarlett - my name?
The color of a liquid you would sacrifice for injustice
in the name of a government.
Red like the sheets in the hotel bed when I took your virginity.
The color of the gang you represented at every night club,
the hand motions from club meetings that yearned rebellion.
I want to see your tattoo I drew to depict you a month before you got it.
Red like cop lights that saw the last of you.
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Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 1:14 AM UTC
Your ex-girl friend looks like ice
and I'm fire.
Talk me down to Earth,
the energy has ***** my heart these days.
Desire.
Sacral chakra running roses through the ground.
Dragon's blood ink - I wanna write your name.
It's red like eyes from the winter, red like boiling point.
Do you miss my lipstick or Scarlett - my name?
The color of a liquid you would sacrifice for injustice
in the name of a government.
Red like the sheets in the hotel bed when I took your virginity.
The color of the gang you represented at every night club,
the hand motions from club meetings that yearned rebellion.
I want to see your tattoo I drew to depict you a month before you got it.
Red like cop lights that saw the last of you.
111
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