Kitchen

Well, what compares to my baby girl?
To die there in her head would sure end mine
Now we too old to get our feelings hurt?
Skin along our fingers cracked in kind

I'll say I want to 'til my lungs give out
To make up someone new to make us cry
Now we too young to get our meanings mixed?
A light inside me signifies we might

I know you thought we'd get there easier
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And I swore we won't live like this for very long