Dress my skin and become my greatest enemy,
It isn’t that hard and pretty,
Feel my slow waves turning into you,
Don’t judge me, I know I’ve pity,
Shovel, ashes, choirs,
You ask me.
Darling,
I don’t know shit.
Dress my skin and become my greatest enemy,
It isn’t that hard and pretty,
Feel my slow waves turning into you,
Don’t judge me, I know I’ve pity,
Shovel, ashes, choirs,
You ask me.
Darling,
I don’t know shit.