3.Hands Met Lips, Heartache Met Lips
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
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