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We tore our petals from their tendernessâ¦
And when I slept youâd kneed
glue into my wings
Tie rocks across my eyes
and stab forth for,
from where I sing
And I would not pretend to morn your death,
I would honestly probably solemnly just tell Jeff.
And I could explain all sorts of numb,
but this ainât no, wound-licking tongue.
I keep trying to finish writing this line about women hiding in their twenty's,
butâ¦.
I am no settler, and ainât met yet a girl who knows what the fuckâ¦
Let me rephraseâ¦
I am no settler, and ainât met yet a girl in her twenties who knows what she wantsâ¦
I A M N U M B, from T R U S T to the tongueâ¦
I get it, have got it,
You wanted a bodice
In order for to worship you dark goddessâ¦
Yeah, you know how to pick em,
Like a cheetah on a sick oneâ¦
And tour your pedals from their tenderness
It's my patternâ¦