Clumsy hearted souls only find themselves light headed in your presence. The flick of a lighter. The underscore of your forgiveness. No one can take you to hell but yourself.Keeping it "need to know" for her aesthetic lips, while stashing backpacks across the city. Giving in or giving out. Save the world or lose the girl. Either way she will remain underneath your ribs, promoting love.
Put loneliness on hiatus and return to Hell Gate Bridge with me.
