Slo-Mo for the Masses

Beulah

Lipstick stains 
And they're all in short hand where 
Everything's a quarter my heart 
The cut leaves, rings, and the sunshine pours in where 
You can mine the glass box until it breaks 
Broken hearts make a brand new tattoo with a rose 
And a space that's just for you 
Not succeedin' but doin' just fine and the more 
that I know the less I care