Danger be Damned
I’m scared to touch you
For If my Midas touch turns you to dust
All my memories of golden pleated youth
Won’t be of use
To soothe me in the after
Yet, despite the ruin I threaten ...
For If my Midas touch turns you to dust
All my memories of golden pleated youth
Won’t be of use
To soothe me in the after
Yet, despite the ruin I threaten ...