Your eyes hold me together like I'm your favorite painting,
I'm a bit bruised and my hands are all scraped up.
I've been trying to sculpt statues of my heart for you,
I'm a bit rusty and my thoughts are matching the walls.
Your fingers are wired into my skin like you're the electricity in my brain.
You shock me like a thunder storm, the lightning burns so much.
I'm a bit startled the dopamine in my veins scream your name,
I wrap myself with my bed sheets wishing it was you,
You hold me together better than this city i'm in.
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
Your eyes hold me together like I'm your favorite painting,
I'm a bit bruised and my hands are all scraped up.
I've been trying to sculpt statues of my heart for you,
I'm a bit rusty and my thoughts are matching the walls.
Your fingers are wired into my skin like you're the electricity in my brain.
You shock me like a thunder storm, the lightning burns so much.
I'm a bit startled the dopamine in my veins scream your name,
I wrap myself with my bed sheets wishing it was you,
You hold me together better than this city i'm in.
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