He could tell everything by the way she kissed
we dissect a million frogs to try and save them
To drink the flower you must kill it, to live you must die, and to be reborn you must surrender to the flames
The phoenix must burn four times before you stop fearing the flames
I said, heart, I got one of my own, I know the struggles of practicality
Then the days go by and I am still searching for something. What? What?