Soft line, fade this shortening braid of poor wound fates
Hold young face, it blurs and sways, still never age
Violent screen, petty, demur
As it rolled through the morning, all eyes feather downward
Anxious, weaned, off of the box
Just said it's not your thing, all minds slurring inward
Word has settled away from need
Cardboard meal, beautiful face
And stocks on a good deal, all rise spiral end thing
Orange-walled thrills, you know that we're safe
No need for the warnings, a line slowly bending
All I wish I could track a way it feels
I said I never wished I could track a way it feels
I said I never wished I could track a way it feels
Ware tree, accede to your sport
And head of a pure green, alive crown of some creed
Rolled free, lower the neck
And swing to the flooring, all eyes feather outward
Culled back thin, it feels like it tastes
The big mistake
The big mistake, said I saw that outline, cut that line
And baby banned thoughts get you high some nights, you're live
Alive
It's funny how I need you, damn
It's funny how I need you, damn
It's perfect when I leave you, damn
It's perfect when I leave you, damn
It's funny how I need you, damn
It's perfect when I leave you, damn
They'll find me in that lake soon, damn
Few minutes and then born new, yeah
