honeysuckle lies.


you me were made of glass and only see what’s stuck the past
getting high on memories
burning ourselves in the third degree
you are the reason my heart still pumps but you are the reason i can’t get enough
you keep feeding me those sweet lies
telling me it all gets better with time
come on baby
just let me go so i can breath slowly

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