Would you bleed for me?
Lick it off my lips like you needed me?
Sit me on a couch with your fingers on my mouth,
With your fingers in my mouth till you needed me?
You look so cool when you’re reading me…
I bet you kiss your knuckles,
Right before they touch my cheek….
Those lines are from a Halsey song called Trouble. I have listened to over and over…
Would you lie for me?
Cross your sorry heart and hope to die for me?
Would you pin me to the wall,
would you beg or would you crawl…
Stick a needle in your hungry eyes for me..
Oh you make me feel so weak.
… Go on light a cigarette… set a fire in my head…
Have you ever been so in love that pain is an integral part of it?? It is what starts the fire and burns you both alive? Its what burns you together in a way that means even if you are separated, the scabs will remain…. and you will pick them because it reminds you that you can feel?