I see the danger in your eyes
A slow-burn fire in your touch
You’re bad news—a wrecking ball
Disguised as a soft landing
And I’ve run out of ways to say “no”
The thing is…
I’m tired of playing it safe
Shivering in the cold
I’d rather burn in your arm
Than freeze in the quiet your absence
I’m ready to make bad decisions
Trade “someday” for “now”
Step into the fire
And finally say “yes”