our fingers intertwined looked mighty fine like the colors of chocolate and white wine
laced together in the back of a van going down a hill
the color of her shirt and the beat of my heart i remember still
we were two puzzle pieces that didnt fit together
we didnt have all the right parts, they said we were too similair, but it was nice to have a lover that was familiar
so we took a safety pin and poked it through our skin and latched ourselves together
yeah it hurt but we made it work and the blood that dripped found little seeds that sipped
that burst through rotted ground and we created melodies out of those flowers that made the most beautiful sound
we would play these melodies of creativity and sex like a strategist moves his piece across the board and plays chess
i dont know will i burn it hell for being myself?
can i help it if my tears are not what you expect?
i cant help it if what comes out of my eyes is gasoline and shame
i dont mean for them to drip from my chin and fuel th