the chambers of a gun
launch me back and forth through
tunnels of there's no coming back from this
touch my soul and don't let go
until there's enough proof that i'll be fine on my ownwe can move to the thing
that beats in my chest like a gun going offi went into this expecting you to
break my heart
not the other way around
and that's what happens when you put
your happiness in the hands
of another
they can cradle it or crush iteither way they don't know what they've
donewhen i say goodnight
i love you
and you say it back
my heart leans but i never justified
what it meansyou take two steps forward
thinking you won't fall...
a professional escape artist
but with the mindset
someone will catch you before
it all comes down with you3.18.17
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