Hello again mister care
Your heart is a faint memory of shredded lips with short hair
The demons that wanna play are at the window and they are starting to stare
I’m gonna let them out to have some fun
The wick of a candle is lost in the wax
I’m the wick
Your the wax
Dried up fruit for the world to ignore
You should paint yourself the color of the shore
It would look grand
You could just reflect your beauty
Give it back to the sand
Cant wait for you to know
Cause i wanna know
You make it ok to breath fast
I make you ok to soil your past
Walk. Talk. Take. Make. Past. Fast. Future..Slow