Let the blood grace your skin, and let me know just how it feels
This is no cinderella story, you don't have to be home by midnight
Glass slippers are my thing
You say, love is like a card game, you've played them wrong and out of order
You are no queen of hearts
As they sing straight into your chest, I'm hoping that you crack
From fighting fire with fire, just drop dead and we're fine
This is no cinderella story
You don't, have to be home by midnight
So tell me how I am to stay
When there is no longer a way
We're sinking as we hold on to