We’ve been trading our secrets
And trading our souls
Heartaches we’ve held onto
For stupid reasons, I know

We’ve stripped ourselves down
Rolled up sleeves to show the tattoos
We are battle weary, we have regrets
We’ve swapped our scars like cigarettes

We call this love, we call this fire, we call each other on this invisible wire

And every night I’m Cathy at your windowpane, peeking into the folds of your brain
I see you Lover, I call you out for mine. I’ve kissed your scars, I write your pain

I call this love, I call this fire… Call me out my baby… Feed me on your desire

~ kei
16 December 2013

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