Adhesive
Words, so many wrote and so little spoken
Torn pieces of you that I can't unsee
Names carved into walls, love in the open
I'm still in that room where you left me
Time heals every wound or drives one to madness
If I'm still bleeding does that make me insane
You're so nonchalant as I turn to ashes
Burn me again, I will love you the same
He is heartless
I'm a donor
He wants blood and my sleeves are rolled over
I'm a victim
And he's a gun
And I don't like secrets but I'll let you keep me as one
You know when to walk 'cause everyone's left you
But Saint Valentine wept as you walked from me
And I'm in your city too often to stay in your rear view
But I let you drive, and you leave the saints on their knees
He is heartless
So take mine
He wants blood and I'm just his type
I'm a victim
And he's a gun
And I don't like secrets
But he is broken
I'm adhesive
If he lets me, I'll pick up his pieces
I'll take the burden
He'll take his toll
And I don't like secrets but I won't tell a soul
But you're heartless
I'm a donor
You want blood and my sleeves are rolled over
Here's my downfall
End of war
And I don't like secrets but I'll die being yours
Torn pieces of you that I can't unsee
Names carved into walls, love in the open
I'm still in that room where you left me
Time heals every wound or drives one to madness
If I'm still bleeding does that make me insane
You're so nonchalant as I turn to ashes
Burn me again, I will love you the same
He is heartless
I'm a donor
He wants blood and my sleeves are rolled over
I'm a victim
And he's a gun
And I don't like secrets but I'll let you keep me as one
You know when to walk 'cause everyone's left you
But Saint Valentine wept as you walked from me
And I'm in your city too often to stay in your rear view
But I let you drive, and you leave the saints on their knees
He is heartless
So take mine
He wants blood and I'm just his type
I'm a victim
And he's a gun
And I don't like secrets
But he is broken
I'm adhesive
If he lets me, I'll pick up his pieces
I'll take the burden
He'll take his toll
And I don't like secrets but I won't tell a soul
But you're heartless
I'm a donor
You want blood and my sleeves are rolled over
Here's my downfall
End of war
And I don't like secrets but I'll die being yours
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Writer(s): Sophia Hope Tice
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