Mrs. Brightside
I guess longing is just something I'm good at.
I just want to be your Miss Atomic Bomb
Making your life hell when necessary and when not
But being the angel that pulls you from all else
I want to be Catherine’s hair
Surrounding us and keeping us separate from the world
That we live in that has caused us so much pain
I want to be your rose
That protrudes from the thorns and the stops and the breaks
And the crisp winter that kills everything else won’t kill me
Even if you are the snow
I want to be yours
In sickness and in health
In pleasure and in pain
I don’t want to be separate from you again
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