Blowtorch.

i can't take it

can't tolerate it

i can't stand straight

i'm falling down

falling in love,

kneak-weed and falling flat on my f*****g face

 

we swore like sailors at the morning sun

and laughed as we hid away, dead in seclusion, in fear of everyone

swapping stories and laughs and cigarette packs,

innocent fun

 

your glowing love, it is a fire that burns inside of me

it burns up my f*****g lungs and now i can't breathe

i sit, smiling, while my insides scorch

you brighten my every day

with a f*****g blowtorch

 

we had a good thing going

we had way too many goddamn migraines

too many nights going to bed angry

too many times put to shame

 

we had the best time doing our least favorite things

and isn't it funny, how great the bad times seem

 

we swore like sailors at the morning sky

still choking on the slaphappy laughs that happened last night

and we'll sleepwalk through the sea together, hand in hand, until our feet bleed and scratch away

you brighten my days with a f*****g blowtorch

love you like a fat f**k loves cake