You know, they say you should never rekindle old flames. But what if you never stopped running through my veins? When any time I chase a rainbow or follow a white rabbit.. You always seem to be waiting; I may as well be Alice.
That night we were both on the ceiling with the prisms; living through one set of lungs - no schism. Hearts wide, no light. Time stopped, felt right. From fourteen to twenty-seven… that touch of yours is the deadliest weapon.
Don’t get it twisted, I’m definitely not foolish. Once I’ve had a taste the lack of is the cruelest. I know better than to hold my breath and wait for Wonderland. I may be Alice, but you’ll always be Peter Pan.
