Texty: Stafford. Lemon.

This could be a change of pace for each of us, or this could merely be lightning striking twice. If the latter holds true, I'll scrape your charred remains off the pavement and smother them with kisses. Slip, and slipped away. I can't hold you when you shake like this. But honey, I will always whisper, loud enough for only you to hear. My words will bind us. Fuck the sky. [Take the curlers out of your hair, take the sunshine out of your skin. As these stars fall, we drift within, and heaven may never know about the angel I've stolen. ] A kindred spirit washed away in flame and I, arduously reaching out for the one thing that holds true (for the final thing that holds me to you). Time is the only thing that moves in just one direction, but my heart can never back away from you.