she’s a spit fire has been
the tendrils of her venom long since dried up
fibers from deep within you draw you to me
the familiar neon thrums through your veins
the way it always does
i assume you will hurt me
so I skim across the surface
she’s a spit fire has been
the tendrils of her venom long since dried up
fibers from deep within you draw you to me
the familiar neon thrums through your veins
the way it always does
i assume you will hurt me
so I skim across the surface