somebody haunts me, spits smoke out of my mouth
the clouds fall grey I want to say my love is flying south
your knuckles are blue and bloody too
from the fight we had last night
and I wish I wasn\'t able to say my heart you still ignite
bright orange flames but I\'m no longer scared
I\'m already scarred and burned
should I go in and fight so we don\'t see the light
or turn away and make you learn
you\'re sick in the head but so am I
when your knuckles hit my cheek
I realize that I\'d rather die
than be without you for a week
dull purple veins pulse through your arms
when you clench your fists and scream
trying to make me scared of harm
but it\'s already a recurring theme
at 8am I open my eyes to the white light through the blinds
you\'re next to me so peacefully every single time
a lot of people tend to think that we\'re totally out of our minds
but I love you for black and blue and the grey inside your eyes