Moth Looking for the Fire

It may be circumstantial
Or just the way you smell
Were so incompatible
But when I kiss your lips the world makes sense
My friends say your no good for me
And that i'm masochistic
And yes I agree
I'm just a moth looking for the fire
Oh tell me those pretty words until you believe
Oh tell my those pretty words until I believe
And I can my blame my past
For my fucked up decision skills
Or all the days when I don't feel like myself
And when we start to tangle
I love watching you move
And the sounds that you make
Make sense
You've got my number
Makes sense
If there's shadows it means there's light
If there's shadows it means there's light



Credits
Writer(s): Ory Hodis
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