I should have known.
First loves are never truly over...
I should have known.
First loves are never truly over...
I can feel myself choking.
The glass shards embedded deeply in my throat...
Sunlight shines in the Vietnam sky,
As bullets rip through the golden air...
Had never really concerned me.
At all...
To the little girl who
with every butterfly she saw...
No matter how little you twist me around, my head is still spinning with thoughts of you. |
Hold your breath, and let the love try to pulse back through your lonely veins. |