fire

meet me in the suicide booth
let’s kill our thoughts and clean our minds
normal people are happy people
but one thing that remains makes us special

burn burn
my head’s on fire baby
turn turn
and wash it all away

i hate it so much more
i hate it so much more
when you are here
and there’s no fire anymore
happy people are normal people

meet me in the suicide booth
where no one can disturb us
i wanna tell you my little secret
i only wanna share it with you

burn baby

i want you to hold my neck in your hand
i want you to catch me when i fall too far away from you
i want you to be my pillow
i just want you
i read your messages
and i don’t know if i should smile or cry
if you only knew my little secret
but probably time ain’t yet ripe

i hate it so much more
i hate it so much more
when you are here
and there’s no fire anymore

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