I can feel you running out of me like the blood from my veins
Sharp cold and crisp like the edge of a blade
What will be left once I've run clear
Or Will I just fade
Away lost beneath a blade
Or will I search for a new fill
A fuel to feel the burn of a
A new toxic relationship
Dancing the
Sweet gasoline serenade.
Lisa~M
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
I can feel you running out of me like the blood from my veins
Sharp cold and crisp like the edge of a blade
What will be left once I've run clear
Or Will I just fade
Away lost beneath a blade
Or will I search for a new fill
A fuel to feel the burn of a
A new toxic relationship
Dancing the
Sweet gasoline serenade.
Lisa~M
