stormalong harbor

february tastes like you

when all the plans fell through

i watched the sky fall through the roof

along with torn up pieces of you

you can keep your sticks and stones

because your venom's still on my tongue

killing me with every second

i pray i'll forever be infected by your love

you might as well be a phantom

but you're my anthem

and you could sing to me out of key

but it'd be the sweetest song to me

let's play a game of russian roulette with the bullets in our lungs

or write a symphony of violence

then sweep up the guts and drink the blood

and on our anniversary we'll dance by the gravestones

with the ghosts

and the skeletons

we're falling in love again

you might as well be a phantom

but you're my anthem

and you could sing to me out of key

but it'd be the sweetest song to me

you're a phantom

but you're my anthem

and you could kill me in my sleep

but you'd still be my everything

my everything

you buried all of your faith in me

put it in a grave and casket reads

maybe both our paths will meet. eventually"