With
something so sweet comes bitterness
It’s a subtle itch, pinching skins
A blue evening aching to be discovered
And we feel that twist in our stomachs
An unexplainable desire
Shouldn’t we be picking flowers?
There’s the
wonder and the anticipation
And what happens tomorrow?
There are bugs in the grass
Green stains on our jeans
And then there’s love
Such a curious thing
Tonight I can read fire
This thirst is all I know
I fall in love with movement
And there’s electricity within me
What is it about war drums?
Sending shivers down my spine
With a firm grip around my neck
You can beat me down to dust
And as you move on like it’s nothing
Leave your shotgun behind
Nothing like blood on your knuckles
I love the sound of distant sirens
