gasoline
i wish we hadnt touched
cause your touch are made out of gasoline,
mixed with maples, honeys like sweet mouth of merlin
your touch are a strange mixture that wakes my every nerves
it is comfortable, sweet and explosive
this strange mixture intoxicate my willing skin
like a flammable line attached to every thought of you
it flows in my system yet can burn anytime
but it kept me up at night, craving for this crime
it stings at days your name are mentioned, only to be assigned to anyone but mine
the touch i felt months ago are now a constant reminder
that hours, days, week, spent without it are moments of suffer
at time where night has fallen into the pond of loneliness and fears
it becomes the ingredients of tears
infuriating sense constantly battling the need of your touch
and the fact that youre gone
and these fact that youre somebody elses are the match that causes fire
flaming through my system till iam lost to the core
leaving trace of burned affairs in the back of my head,
as the only part of you i can hold on to
your touch are made out of gasoline,
and maples and honeys, and things that are sweet,
a toxic i cant get enough of since the day we first meet
cause your touch are made out of gasoline,
mixed with maples, honeys like sweet mouth of merlin
your touch are a strange mixture that wakes my every nerves
it is comfortable, sweet and explosive
this strange mixture intoxicate my willing skin
like a flammable line attached to every thought of you
it flows in my system yet can burn anytime
but it kept me up at night, craving for this crime
it stings at days your name are mentioned, only to be assigned to anyone but mine
the touch i felt months ago are now a constant reminder
that hours, days, week, spent without it are moments of suffer
at time where night has fallen into the pond of loneliness and fears
it becomes the ingredients of tears
infuriating sense constantly battling the need of your touch
and the fact that youre gone
and these fact that youre somebody elses are the match that causes fire
flaming through my system till iam lost to the core
leaving trace of burned affairs in the back of my head,
as the only part of you i can hold on to
your touch are made out of gasoline,
and maples and honeys, and things that are sweet,
a toxic i cant get enough of since the day we first meet
-kx
youre too good at being in trouble.
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