A junkie with a wrench and a pencil slowly beginning to dismantle every nut and bolt of your ship that attempts to carry you through
You call me your peach but I am your ocean that pushes and turns you until I sync with your motions. You say i'm leech sucking you dry of the calm out of your life
But how can you mean that when you scream I love you with your eyes?
Am I made of light or another black hole? Its getting harder to see through the smoke. Am I still pure, or have I gone bad? I always thought you liked me like that.
Sometimes I live on how much you love me. But sometimes it feels like I cannot breathe. Because the wait of everything begins to slowly suffocate me.
Sometimes I live on how much you love me. And I'll use your eyes to see a new me. And I'll try to never leave you in the evening, and I'll always adore you in the morning.
I'll always adore you in the morning