This Town Needs Guns

Crocodile

This Town Needs Guns


Too cold, like ice to touch.
You hold on far to much.
God knows why we're in love.
When you throw your temper out of doors
that I cannot follow through
and yet…you grow ever near.

I promise I will not see out this night
without comforting and holding you.
Your eyes alight, they've never shined so bright
for just one second I'm lost in you.

(niamerlliwtahtevolaevahew)

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