 (So far I'll lay low in pretense and smack your body)
(Legs up, some hair pull, its retro, oops I call shotty)
(So skram and branded, the pylon, its silver ion)
(Blowing glass, insurgent mask, the thickest trap door covered in ice.)
So stay close and the sun
Decides to hide its end
No room for ghosts.
(The lock and legs are set to bank in someone's home)
(Salon will place a bet to cut a hairball loan)
(The lifeless shit of mess confusing ice cream cone)
(If you can't read my text then get a mind read phone.)
(It's okay, I have no legs on this,)
(Bra saling gen. You? Right, day?)
Oh, jump on top.
As I wander around.
(Get the best of this no down pre lay)
Oh, the bed flows.
As it rocks back and forth
Our bodies start to sort it out.
Oh, jump on top.
As I wander around.
(Get the best of this no down pre lay)
Oh, the bed flows.
As it rocks back and forth
Our bodies start to sort it out.
(Package this in seedy tones,)
(You mock a painless death; we'll beat your dome)
(You're softly blocking mess so fly him home)
(With a racist comment, the leaky chrome, what's up?)
(A toxic note confess, a soap caress,)
(A simple notion comment for less)
(But I like my nest, I wanna call it my mess,)
('Cause the last time I cried, well I got dressed.)
Oh, and I swear this won't end quick
(We came back for this)
It won't
(We came back for this)
Oh, and I swear this won't end quick
(We came back for this)
It won't
(We came back like this)
Oh, jump on top.
As I wander around.
(Get the best of this no down pre lay )
Oh, the bed flows.
As it rocks back and forth
Our bodies start to sort it out.
Oh, jump on top.
As I wander around.
(Get the best of this no down pre lay )
Oh, the bed flows.
As it rocks back and forth
Our bodies start to sort it out.
Hold your breath,
Make no mistakes
For the real eyes,
I'm not coming back
I'm too far gone.
(I blamed the fact of my division, so long in temporary places)
(The long lost pitch of your invention lay hidden bond inside its place)
(When something less will come together and solid walls will fall apart)
(So lately piece of mind is setting, when did the weather taste so tart?)
(Will running solve a contradiction of makeshift tomes and revelations)
(The pious price of buying diction, a speech I never should have made.)
Hold your breath
How many faces have to crack, before they realize I'm not coming back?
How many faces have to crack, before they realize I'm never going to find my place
I'm not coming back.
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