Old Flames Die Hard. . .

You knew in five minutes
But I knew in a sentence
You knew in five minutes
But I knew in a sentence

So why do we go through all of this again?
Your eyes are fluttering, such pretty wings
A moth, flying into the same old flame again
It never ends

It's not like I dropped the bomb
On my conscience, mom
It takes fighting day and night
To make such a good thing die

Out, everyone out, I give too much shit at home
In my heart and mind it gets me every time
So why do we go through all this shit again?

Your eyes are fluttering, such pretty wings
A moth flying into me, the same old flame again
It never ends. . .

There's only one thing to say. .

Old flames. . .die hard. .

okaythankyoubye~

~♥ ♥ ♥~