i was sleeping in my fathers house trying hard to spit the poison out make it move faster into the south every single season sleeping on the couch you cannot choose to buy your third house each one of you has their own mouth sick with the blues so put your lights out every time you move applause from the crowd
even in the summer when it's creeping in your room i cut it from my stomach so there's even less of you i get everything i've wanted in my own little tomb on a green colored island you will see the magic soon