There is dust inside you settling like snow I try to catch it with my tongue When you run your lips along my throat There are hand prints on your throat
Parts of you are shutting down like Street lights burning out But I have always felt safest with you in the dark I know you are nothing like him So delicate, hands show such control We both know you could hurt me But you don’t
I know you would rather die Than grow into his clothesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
