leave the rotting skin for color

I've been taking too many quick shots he's doing donuts in the parking lot

I think we're growing new skin leave me on the edge with your old sins

They play instruments on the water as we begin leaving our rotten limbs

Crawl out with a layer of fresh bone to borrow calling for a chance to

Feel sorrow lovely boy who craves to aim the arrow I think I've seen

Him hide from the truth only wants to hear the good news

 

 

◄ men with selfish intent

Beauty on the outside ►

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