I said Id walk you home after our third round
of pouring whiskey down the barrel of our guts
and I grabbed hold of your hand.
Were up and were out and were yelling through the streets
and Im out of my fucking mind
and I know youre next to me but I must confess whats in my head.
Keep pumping now, legs to beat the ground, and our hearts to beat the band.
The skys on fire again.
Run down this alleyway.
Lightning bolts again and we become fireflies just flashing at the air.
Rattle garbage cans.
Prepare to be ravaged by our lust burning mad, the fire that weve become.
And I know youre under me but I must confess whats in my head:
To me you are the light from a light bulb that breaks sometimes
and the tender warmth inside is released into my life
and it smothers me in flames that lick and scorch my face.
As the smoke reaches the sky know Im burning tonight.
Know Im burning tonight.
Know Im burning tonight.
Know Im burning tonight.
Know Ill burn for you tonight.
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