
If I were a dream I would pour over you like gasoline
And throw matches at all your fears
I would burn your memories until there was only me
You make me choke with that smoke of sin
I can’t find my way out
You are my favorite kind of candy
Even when you scold me you hold me
You make me want to scream
Sometimes I think you ruin me
Pray for me while you lay with me
For every door I open is a new world
It makes me sleepy
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