Burning Butterflies Songtext / Lyric

a note to self i vow to purge you both of your warmest thoughts and strike you down with this hateful gaze with these words i wish you the worst with these words i promise poison beware this bitter breath for it brings arsenic beware this artic stare for it will pierce you like icicles this is as happy as i'll ever be cold and comfortable in these sour times what do you expect what do you want from me this bitten lip can draw no more blood from me these carved smiles can heal so quickly it's time to slice her heart from your sleeve i desire destruction when will it collapse