Slow dancing in a burning house
We don’t want to go anywhere.
I’ll wear the burns as badges,
Level up my rank to five-star general.
The hottest love is usually doomed for the coldest end —
Hasty on a hairpin bend road,
Doomed to be reduced to ashes,
Convincing ourselves, in union, we’re a phoenix.
I’m going to need you to wake up, love.
We’re way past the breaking point.
Fun could only overcompensate for intention and direction for so long…
Attached to compulsion,
We led each other nowhere fast.
Overstayed my welcome, but still renewed the lease.
