Him

Love's like the eyes pelting teardrops in the rain
To the sound of chug bolts seem to play with nails
For what it's worth
I don't wanna see you hurt anymore
Than you have to
Dine on glass
Wine no more
Baby, love the harder way
Baudelaire in Braille
Baby, love the harder way
Won't you lose yourself into
I promise you to love the hardest way
Would you like if I wrote till you want
In truth lie the last arrows of your soul