our affair left a cigarette burn on my flesh
that still tingles whenever you roam into my daze
which leads me to wonder if I even made a mark
if I ever was the hurricane that left you desolate, lifeless
as you did with me.
cos, baby, we were divine
and right now, I'd like another taste of your celestial magic
I'd like our electric souls to collide once more
just once
so that I'll feel rejuvenated by your degenerate temper
that never failed to hypnotized me somehow.
maybe this time around you won't let me into your garden of eden with the promise of eternal love just so you could banish me to hell once I got comfortable
so you can form a paradise with another.
ah, the plight of unrequited love is fatal.
yet dying by your hand
is the only way you'd ever touch me.
so kill me, darling, kill me softly.
