Kerosene

The bottom drawer where it was stored
The dark where I don't dare to look
The quiet room, a sweet perfume
Stay quiet, lips to fingertips

Cover me in kerosene

All the years we lived in fear
Memories that never leave this house
The solemn smile, red and defiled
Living with this feels so much worse

Cover me in kerosene



Credits
Writer(s): Hernan Serna
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