looms. - f e b r u a r y a g a i n /// south.vibe | Текст песни

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• looms.
• f e b r u a r y a g a i n /// south.vibe

shifting sands and shrinking plans
in these injured hands; kick the crabs in the bucket.
happy enough in the shack, slacking and slumped in his habits
gagging to covet trapped in a parish of puppets...
fuck it.
this ain't nothing but a test
lover running for the best, covers flooding on the chest.
sullen and depressed
words woven just to wipe away the woe... to find the face.
he cried for days still,

silent sneers chime in titans ears
and kids still grapple with the shadows in their bunk beds.
the sands flow like rivers until the sun sets.
the sands flow like rivers until the sun rests.
'nough stress as the clock face screams
so we puff cest for the lost day dreams, like...

with this song he put the ruby to the lip.
tongue tied lucy on the tip.
dumb fights, mum cried, lucy in the whip.
apple of the eye and now he chewing on the pip.

every day same old shit different day now.
all the grey clouds stay; shamed as rain pounds.
chained down by fate paved since the stained gown.

it's february again.