Melancholic Lofi - No Saints

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Whiskey lips, hands like fire, He’s the spark, I’m the wire. Leaning close, saying my name, Every touch is a losing game. He don’t pray, I don’t run, We both know what we’ve become. Broken halos, faded sins, If this is hell, let’s dive back in. No saints here, just a heart on ice, Falling too fast under reckless skies. He’s a lie I don’t wanna believe, But I’m too far in, I don’t wanna leave. Black leather, slow decay, Kisses taste like cheap champagne. He don’t love, he don’t stay, But I let him take me anyway. No saints here, just a heart on ice, Falling too fast under reckless skies. He’s a lie I don’t wanna believe, But I’m too far in, I don’t wanna leave.