It's ironic but you saved me by your leaving.
If it stays, then it is love. If it ends, it's a love story.
Love is a bloody battle, and lifeβa ruthless war.
I was drunk in love, but you were already sober.
I will always remember the way you spill your smile all over me like the rain.
I want to come home laughing, chasing fireflies, and drunk in love with you.
Find that kind of love that drowns you but still keeps you breathing.
I needed you like rain but you were afraid to fall.
