No
Never wanted you to stare
Never wanted you to care
Never felt so unprepared
My heart is overgrown when you
You, carry out my dreams
Your body feels so make believe
One hundred spiders in your mouth
Your what I dream about
How often do I catch myself with you
You are the torch
And I am the wick
And your fingertips ignite the fuse
You make it hard to breath and hard to write
Fragile as glass I hear you ask
Will you stay the night
Butane, leaks out your hollow body
I am engulfed
My, brain melts like the candle you bought me
You take control
And you say
If you let me in, I'll drink your blood like rum and gin
And cook your soul with a smile
Take of your clothes, my dear parents won't be home
You may rest your eyes for a while
I'm not saying that you're wrong
Still I believe that you are the song
The tune that binds me like the chain
You brush it off, its all the same
Say that you'll comfort me
Say its ok, its meant to be
I'm counting stars out your skylight
Why doesn't this feel alright
How often do I catch myself with you
You are the torch
And I am the wick
And your fingertips ignite the fuse
You make it hard to breath and hard to write
Fragile as glass I hear you ask
Will you stay the night
Butane, leaks out your hollow body
I am engulfed
My, brain melts like the candle you bought me
You take control
And you say
If you let me in, I'll drink your blood like rum and gin
And cook your soul with a smile
Take of your clothes, my dear parents won't be home
You may rest your eyes for a while
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No
Never wanted you to stare
Never wanted you to care
Never felt so unprepared
My heart is overgrown when you
You, carry out my dreams
Your body feels so make believe
One hundred spiders in your mouth
Your what I dream about
How often do I catch myself with you
You are the torch
And I am the wick
And your fingertips ignite the fuse
You make it hard to breath and hard to write
Fragile as glass I hear you ask
Will you stay the night
Butane, leaks out your hollow body
I am engulfed
My, brain melts like the candle you bought me
You take control
And you say
If you let me in, I'll drink your blood like rum and gin
And cook your soul with a smile
Take of your clothes, my dear parents won't be home
You may rest your eyes for a while
I'm not saying that you're wrong
Still I believe that you are the song
The tune that binds me like the chain
You brush it off, its all the same
Say that you'll comfort me
Say its ok, its meant to be
I'm counting stars out your skylight
Why doesn't this feel alright
How often do I catch myself with you
You are the torch
And I am the wick
And your fingertips ignite the fuse
You make it hard to breath and hard to write
Fragile as glass I hear you ask
Will you stay the night
Butane, leaks out your hollow body
I am engulfed
My, brain melts like the candle you bought me
You take control
And you say
If you let me in, I'll drink your blood like rum and gin
And cook your soul with a smile
Take of your clothes, my dear parents won't be home
You may rest your eyes for a while
Never wanted you to stare
Never wanted you to care
Never felt so unprepared
My heart is overgrown when you
You, carry out my dreams
Your body feels so make believe
One hundred spiders in your mouth
Your what I dream about
How often do I catch myself with you
You are the torch
And I am the wick
And your fingertips ignite the fuse
You make it hard to breath and hard to write
Fragile as glass I hear you ask
Will you stay the night
Butane, leaks out your hollow body
I am engulfed
My, brain melts like the candle you bought me
You take control
And you say
If you let me in, I'll drink your blood like rum and gin
And cook your soul with a smile
Take of your clothes, my dear parents won't be home
You may rest your eyes for a while
I'm not saying that you're wrong
Still I believe that you are the song
The tune that binds me like the chain
You brush it off, its all the same
Say that you'll comfort me
Say its ok, its meant to be
I'm counting stars out your skylight
Why doesn't this feel alright
How often do I catch myself with you
You are the torch
And I am the wick
And your fingertips ignite the fuse
You make it hard to breath and hard to write
Fragile as glass I hear you ask
Will you stay the night
Butane, leaks out your hollow body
I am engulfed
My, brain melts like the candle you bought me
You take control
And you say
If you let me in, I'll drink your blood like rum and gin
And cook your soul with a smile
Take of your clothes, my dear parents won't be home
You may rest your eyes for a while
Writer: Finn Murphy
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid