Love leaks
Air from an old balloon
Looks alright, inflated tight
It'll lose its will to live soon
No sparks in this tinder anymore
A sense of possession, that's all
To belong is not to be owned
Moths to the flame, aren't we all?
Crunch bitter words
With bloodstained teeth
Lie in a cold bed
But inside, seethe
Slap these rhymes on my face, love
Tell me "no, not that" one more time
And I'll say I love to hear you say so
And you'd believe that it's all fine
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