My heats going up, but I’m going down.
The ache that comes, from having you round.
Something’s happening, I’m bursting out.
The passing pain, got to let it out.
You’re the primary infection, the never healing scar.
We wanted to play games, but it’s gone too far.
It started with a tingle, it started with a yearn.
It’s ending with a crash and it’s ended with a burn.
I need a little bit of cherry pie,
A bit of heaven in the starry sky,
It’s all going wrong.
I need a little bit less of a lie,
A bit of cream for my cherry pie,
You’re going wrong.
You were easy to love, and easy to catch.
My eyes sealed shut, I can’t look back.
How do you run from something, attached to you.
My skin erupting, tearing through.
I can’t go on, now I have to wear.
Your little secret, that you had to share.
Your symptoms may last, for only ten days.
But mine last forever, because of your ways.
I need a little bit of cherry pie,
A bit of heaven in the starry sky,
It’s all going wrong.
I need a little bit less of a lie,
A bit of cream for my cherry pie,
You’re going wrong.
credits
from Self-Titled,
released February 14, 2014
Music by T. Jennings-Bates
Words by T. Jennings-Bates/S. Krause/P. Jennings-Bates
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