You my friend were easier, when you thought I'd be your man
And I would follow you down, down.
So please just love me here until this couch burns out
And I will steal your heart away
I melt with you.
And you will look at me in the eyes and start to ask:
"Do you really love me, like I do?"
So please let's be kind to all out hands and try to bruise
And move them in the backseat, drowning.
I melt with you.
Hold my hand and smell the attic of our smoke storm woods
and feel the burn of all our lungs.
Mine was black and yours was gold, I found you in the snow.
Your ash still blows away my cold hair.
I melt with you.
Pull my baby's arms inside and ask "how was your ghost"
But we'll still have a lot of time for that.
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