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 salvationi 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 enoughshe was buying cigarettes from a burn victim

with slit wristsin a wild dedication i would set this world ablaze

if only that it would turn your head one more timeshe was buying cigarettes from a burn victim

with slit wrists

she was buying cigarettes from a burn victim

with slit wristshands met hips, heartache met lips

hands met hips, heartache met lips

hands met hips, heartache met lips

hands met hips, heartache met lips