Hands Met Lips, Heartache Met Lips

Versus The Mirror

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The stars could be ending in all oblivion
But if i, was in your arms
Your eyes would be my salvation

I turn and befriend this cancerous silence
In hopes of a life that has yet to leave the ground
The days without you are too long
And the days with you are hardly long enough

She was buying cigarettes from a burn victim
With slit wrists

In a wild dedication i would set this world ablaze
If only that it would turn your head one more time

She was buying cigarettes from a burn victim
With slit wrists
She was buying cigarettes from a burn victim
With slit wrists

Hands met hips, heartache met lips
Hands met hips, heartache met lips
Hands met hips, heartache met lips...