Golden hour illuminates your skin and hair so perfectly
That it makes me forget how much you hate me
Your alleged quiet before the storm performs so strikingly
Yeah, you got me so easily
It's reckless to kiss your lip
And privilege to bite my tongue
I'm helpless, in your eye, I sit
I look at the sky and neglect the need to run
It's reckless to kiss your lip
And privilege to bite my tongue
I'm helpless, in your eye, I sit
I look at the sky, turn blind to the tornado calm
You're wearing a smile that only looks good on you
My angel of darkness, I'm yours to misuse
I've seen the smog of hellfire so I know what to look for and avoid
But the gas escapes me, I can't see the spills or their oaths to destroy
It's reckless to kiss your lip
And privilege to bite my tongue
I'm helpless, in your eye, I sit
I look at the sky and neglect the need to run
It's reckless to kiss your lip
And privilege to bite my tongue
I'm helpless, in your eye, I sit
I look at the sky, turn blind to the tornado calm
Where would I run?
Where have you gone?
What has this become?
I barely see the sun
The ground, the sky, the earth's unsafe
I've lost my sense of a sweeter taste
At least I die looking into the light
I don't need to see the devil's face
I'll believe I'll float seamlessly into the clouds
I'll relieve myself of thinking of looking around
It's reckless to kiss your lip
And privilege to bite my tongue
I'm helpless, in your eye, I sit
I look at the sky and neglect the need to run
It's reckless to kiss
Privilege to be bit
I'm helpless, I sit
Turn blind to the tornado about to hit
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Songs I Write | VIII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 20 years old, England.
