I washed your hair like a sacred ritual, and my naked breast embraced your chest.

We danced around, your parents' living room, and we soaked our nights in thick red wine.

I wanna get high with you again,

just like we did, we did back then.

I wanna be touched, touched by your hand.

I feel so alive,

and we fell through our rusty skies

into our fading, dying lights.

It's not fair, it's so cruel,

and I'm here crying like a fool.

It's not fair, it's so cruel.

I guess we never thought it through,

too tangled up, it couldn't be undone.

We're so alike, it felt like flying,

the truth still burns underneath my tongue.

I wanna get high with you again,

just like we did, we did back then.

I wanna be touched, touched by your hand.

And we fell through our rusty skies

into our fading, dying lights.

It's not fair, it's so cruel,

and I'm here crying like a fool.

It's not fair, it's so cruel.

A delicate bubble, a love silhouette,

the edges eroaded, the cracks lay ahead, but we had to crumble with every step. I tore my heart

out, and you ate it in bed