I was a moth drawn to the flame
A bird caught in the eyes of a snake
Could you call it falling?
Your big warm hand caught my skirt
And pulled me under
I wouldn't call it drowning
Water couldn't explain the burning
I can't describe this feeling
And why I kept believing
Like a river after the flood
I couldn't imagine asking for more
How can I put it gently?
I mistook inebriation
For satisfaction
I sought to satiate curiosity
I was restless with simplicity
But now I know the longing
Of loving all the wrong things
I sought to satiate curiosity
I was restless with simplicity
But now I know the longing
Of loving all the wrong things
I miss all the could bes we'll never know
Let the only sound be the overflow
I fell for your inferno
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