My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me?
So I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
To break or bury, or wear as jewelry.
Whichever you prefer.*
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* Hands Down by Dashboard Confessional
“Music and rhythm find their way into the secret places of the soul.” ~Plato
My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me?
So I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
To break or bury, or wear as jewelry.
Whichever you prefer.*
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