Keep burning myself
With the embers of you
Picking at the scabs as if
They will be brand new
Telling me we are no good together
But baby I'm so good to you
Tell me where miss-communication started
I can't help but be broken-hearted
A team always has two
Seasons change its no longer summer
One I knew Id always remember
Truly falling deeply
Baby oh madly
Matches flick puffs of smoke
Each inhale I'm gaining hope
Honey I know what I feel is true
Sickly sweetly
Slightly terrifying
But I always know I'm trying
To get back to
You