I LIVE MY LIFE UNLIT UNTIL YOU SET MY WICK ON FIRE AND I DRIP LIKE CANDLE WAX THROUGH YOUR FINGERTIPS
SLIP MY WRITHING SOUL UNDER YOUR TONGUE AND I PROMISE TO WEAR MY JAZZ NEXT TIME
IM AN UNNATURAL DISASTER BUT YOU ARE ALWAYS ACCURATE IN DETERMINING THE COURSE OF THE STORM
I SPEAK LIKE A DIAMOND MINE AND YOU HAVE A TASTE FOR PRECIOUS GEMS ESP TO ENCIRCLE YOUR HEART SO MAY I COUGH SOME RUBIES INTO YOUR VEINS
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
I LIVE MY LIFE UNLIT UNTIL YOU SET MY WICK ON FIRE AND I DRIP LIKE CANDLE WAX THROUGH YOUR FINGERTIPS
SLIP MY WRITHING SOUL UNDER YOUR TONGUE AND I PROMISE TO WEAR MY JAZZ NEXT TIME
IM AN UNNATURAL DISASTER BUT YOU ARE ALWAYS ACCURATE IN DETERMINING THE COURSE OF THE STORM
I SPEAK LIKE A DIAMOND MINE AND YOU HAVE A TASTE FOR PRECIOUS GEMS ESP TO ENCIRCLE YOUR HEART SO MAY I COUGH SOME RUBIES INTO YOUR VEINS
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