the stars could be ending in all oblivion

but if i, was in your arms

your eyes would be my salvation



i turn and befriend this cancerous silence

in hopes of a life that has yet to leave the ground

the days without you are too long

and the days with you are hardly long enough



she was buying cigarettes from a burn victim

with slit wrists



in a wild dedication i would set this world ablaze

if only that it would turn your head one more time



she was buying cigarettes from a burn victim

with slit wrists

she was buying cigarettes from a burn victim

with slit wrists



hands met hips, heartache met lips

hands met hips, heartache met lips

hands met hips, heartache met lips

hands met hips, heartache met lips