Death of Me - Calabrese

My sewn up lips by your black fingertips

Cold entwined and evermore

Openings and closing

Something u can’t ever find

Vivid pumpkins grin in nines

Its only imagination, baby

We are but one burning fun

Falling endlessly in hell

It was our choice for all eternity

Closing your eyes while driving along

Crashing in to murder walls

Rebel angels and the victims of our youth