Lyrics Melt - Metasequoia

That girl is fire
And she boils my blood
Lost in her flames
I'm burning with love
She takes my hand
And suddenly I melt
I'm reformed and rearranged
A better version of myself
Of myself
Of myself
A better version of myself
Of myself
Of myself
A better version of myself
That girl's lips are fire
And she's burning my soul
Forged in her flames
My heart's now whole
She takes my hand
And suddenly I melt
I'm reformed and rearranged
A better version of myself
Of myself
Of myself
A better version of myself
Of myself
Of myself
A better version of myself
She's a bone fide rational emotional being
On the verge of turning heads
When she enters the scene
Tangled in my thoughts like vines weave through a tree
She's got me weak in the knees
I wanna make her my queen
She's a bone fide rational emotional being
On the verge of turning heads
When she enters the scene
Tangled in my thoughts like vines weave through a tree
She's got me weak in the knees
I wanna make her my queen
Make her my queen
Make her my queen
Make her my queen
She's a bone fide rational emotional being
On the verge of turning heads
When she enters the scene
Tangled in my thoughts like vines weave through a tree
She's got me weak in the knees
I wanna make her my queen
She's a bone fide rational emotional being
On the verge of turning heads
When she enters the scene
Tangled in my thoughts like vines weave through a tree
She's got me weak in the knees
I wanna make her scream
I wanna make her scream
I wanna make her scream
I wanna make her scream
I wanna make her scream