[cinnamon girl; lana del rey]. ♫
He's a burning house, and I am cold.
It might be my confused heart that keeps on walking on empty paths, hoping for a tree to grow in the middle of the ocean.
I adore him so much that it really scares me. I drop everything that I hold just to touch every inch of his soul. I might never recover from these flammable hopes that are still burning.
My heart's still hurting for any unspeakable thoughts I have or for any women to whom he still clings.
I no longer have high hopes. It might be the end of us.
