facetiously fiction when albrite was bitten while kissing the girl of his dreams on the lips when i was watching when i was clocking seconds to minutes their lips locked like digits on safes unsafe mainly due to ticking contents when i was watching timer tick tocking don t open the safe is unsafe no you won t disarm my heart no you won t disarm my heart and the last gift you ll ever get from me is the combination or the key no you won t disarm my heart the dial was rusted vintagely constructed to carry out thoughts of a small scale destruction i saw this one coming there s no use in running safe in the distance ignorantly witnessing everyone scatter as i had a vision a regret you might say a worry you might say don t open the safe is unsafe no you won t disarm my heart no you won t disarm my heart and the last gift you ll ever get from me is the combination or the key no you won t disarm my heart no you won t disarm my heart no you won t disarm my heart no you won t disarm my heart no you won t disarm my heart
['baroque pop', 'chicago indie', 'piano rock']