i step off the edge, let the blood rush to my head.
i'm going down to where the lucky ones have bled.
&i'm holding on.
for what you do to me, oh baby, there's no measure.
i've taken everything, now i want to give it.
i left the lights on so you stumble in devotion.
so easy, so easy, its left unspoken.
&i'm holding on.
i've come to realize you're the only thing i want.
i am falling all the way in.

1 comment:
creative. The alternative art. Cake is art, Art is cake, but the art and cake is same.
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