Cut the cord and pull some strings and make yourself some angel wings. And if those angel wings don’t fly, someone’s gonna paint you another sky.
Just grab my hand and pull me in
your force field.
Walk your fingers up my chest,
tilt my chin and lock lips with me.
You are terrifying and strange and beautiful, someone not everyone knows how to love.
You know you are on the right track when you become uninterested in looking back.