You hear singers and guitarists with your ears but you hear bass lines with your heart so don’t go telling me bassists aren’t important
I hope your lungs break
And I want them to vanish
I want to be the last person
You say, ” I love you”
I don’t want your outer skin to shed
Every 27 days
I Want to be imprisoned onto your skin.
I hope your heart is decorated in thorns
When someone attempts to embrace their heart with yours.
Then they’ll know you are a deadly piece of shit.
And I hope they are not willing to get their heart fractured
Because your words have the ability of going from a nightmare to a happily ever after.