Happy in Your Arms

Lights are for nights out when you call.

And you're a medicine, my adrenaline.

Yet there's poison in your lips, and in your fingertips.

Flatline, and no I'm not fine, when you don't call.

And you're filling me, with nothing we can keep.

Yet there's healing in your smile that keeps me breathing for a while.

Though I'd die happy in your arms, so hold me, hold me.

I'd die happy in your arms, so hold me, hold me.

I'll take a day at a time, at least for now, your mine.

And you're a loyal one, hiding nothing underneath.

Yet there's burning when you leave a fire that shows too easily.

How I'd die happy in your arms, so hold me, hold me.

I'd die happy in your arms, so hold me, hold me, hold me, hold, hold, hold, hold me.

I'd die happy in your arms, so hold me, hold me.

I'd die happy in your arms, so hold me, hold me.

I'd die happy in your arms, so hold me, hold me

I'd die happy in your arms, so hold me, hold me

I'd die happy in your arms, so hold me, hold me