Gasoline intertwined with a lighter


In the beginning
i should have known
we were gradually
heading towards the storm
but we were already
such a sweet disaster
i built bridges to get over you
but they always seemed to collapse
and you would always
tiptoe your way into my heart
and puncture my lungs on your way out
the comings and goings
the constant running to and from one another
just to catch our breath
but we would never take the time to stay put
the aftertaste is always
bitter
maybe that's what drew me in
you poured the gasoline onto me
and the lighter
is begging and pleading for us to hold hands
maybe we boarded this plane
only to be engulfed in flames
and i guess i knew all along that
it would always end the way it began

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