You Know How

All those years ago,

All those candles I burned

Trying to bring you to me,

All the bottles of Mr. Walker

That burned my throat

And all the hazy smoke

That filled out my lungs

To mirror the loss

And lust in my eyes

Can’t claim to know

The ins and outs

Of how magic works,

But you’re here now.

I got what I asked for

And you won’t let me forget it,

You’ll make me regret it,

Every inch of your way.

All those falling stars

And false starts

And the innocence of your lies

Only got me loving you more.

I’m a sucker for bad guys

And you know all my soft spots

By now

And you know

How to make me sore.

You know how to make me soar.

On Tradition

Aus Gott wird man gebor'n, in Christo stirbet man. //////////////// Und in dem heil'gen Geist fängt man zu leben an.


"If you're not living on the edge, you're taking up too much space." - anonymous




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