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Baby, I would bleed my soul for you,
If you die young, I’d rip the sky and pull you through,
Trade my breath, my blood, my view,
Give my life just to watch you bloom.
'Cause life without you tastes like ashes in my veins,
No remedy for this love, no escape from the chains,
Heaven’s gates could never handle something as divine as you,
And this earth? It never held a cure like you.
If you died, I’d rewrite the stars to bring you back,
Burn my name in the dark and cut time in half,
But ****—without you, this hollow life’s a fading track.
You’re the fix that keeps my demons at bay,
The needle that threads the night to day,
Every touch of yours, a dose that makes me high,
So bury me deep, I don’t care where I lie.
Hell ain’t a prison, babe, not if you’re near,
I’d trade the flames for your whispers, I swear.
If you die young, I’d rip the sky and pull you through,
Trade my breath, my blood, my view,
Give my life just to watch you bloom.
'Cause life without you tastes like ashes in my veins,
No remedy for this love, no escape from the chains,
Heaven’s gates could never handle something as divine as you.
Spent half my life just painting you in my mind,
Your name’s carved into the bones I leave behind.
Sink you into my skin like a drug so sweet,
Till my pulse runs quiet and my pain retreats.
Heaven wasn’t made for the fire in your skin,
And I keep dreaming just to see you again.
This life? A joke, but my coffin’s your shrine,
If I’m six feet under, at least you’ll still be mine.
I can die young as long as you’re the reason,
Bleed through the years, I don’t need a new season.
Just live for the both of us—tell our tale of two,
Before the reaper knocks, I’ll crawl back to you.
I can die young, yeah, let the world forget my name,
If your love’s the last spark, I’ll burn in the flame.
Baby, I would bleed my soul for you,
If you die young, I’d rip the sky and pull you through,
Trade my breath, my blood, my view,
Give my life just to watch you bloom.
'Cause life without you tastes like ashes in my veins,
No remedy for this love, no escape from the chains,
Heaven’s gates could never handle something as divine as you,
And this earth? It never held a cure like you.
So if the clock stops, let me go first,
I’ll die young, babe, just to quench my thirst.
Your lips, my shrine, in the dark we bloom,
Two graves side by side, under a blood-red moon.
