You are flowers in my stomach.
Cutting me open nightly, blooming through the cracks of the ribs.
I only want to be the sun for you.
“
Gimme danger, little stranger
And I’ll feel you bleed
Gimme danger, little stranger
And I’ll heal your disease
There’s nothing in my dreams
Just some ugly memories
Kiss me like the ocean breeze
Well if you will be my lover
I will shiver and sing
But if you won’t be my master
I will do anything
There’s nothing left alive
But some dark glassy eyes
Raise my fears one more time
Come on little danger, die a little stranger
Swear you’re gonna feel my hell
Come on little stranger, die a little later
Swear you’re gonna feel my hell
Swear you’re gonna feel my hell
Gimme danger
Little stranger
Gimme danger
Little stranger
Gimme danger
Every day
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
I gotta feel it
I gotta feel it
I gotta feel it
You gotta feel it, i gotta feel it
I wanna feel it…
“
| — | Iggy & The Stooges (via fuzzyfoxtits) |
