❤️

The sky's on fire again.  
Run down this alleyway.
Lightning bolts again and we become fireflies just flashing at the air.
Rattle garbage cans.  
Prepare to be ravaged by our lust burning mad, the fire that we've become.
And I know you're under me but I must confess what's in my head:
To me you are the light from a light bulb that breaks sometimes
and the tender warmth inside is released into my life