Pitch-black with little flecks of moonlight shining in,
Looking for scratchy branches through the wilderness,
God this city, she's a god.
Mother is a god.
Waterfall
Taking base speed, pink champagne,
Taking ecstasy by the fireplace,
Making a childhood den.
Then I said maybe I need to do therapy,
God it's so hard to write.
She's a god,
My mother is a god.
Waterfall
I'm not scared
Waterfall

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