you re a garden and i am a house fire you are the rainfall and i am a puddle you are the snowfall and i am the avalanche that buries all your friends you are the static on the radio the exhale of my lungs the broken window in the church the carpet keeping me from slipping you re an angel in my eyes an orange lens to look at life a black hole pouring out its heart afraid of being torn apart you re a reminder of why i m supposed to not trust any person with a background in rebellion and a birdsong sung so seldom you re an angel in my eyes an orange lens to look at life a black hole pouring out its heart afraid of being torn apart 
['lo-fi beats']