If understanding could blossom and be pushed at the side of the road
Then my lamb, you are a rose
Every drift, every sway barely stirs my color
And the only thing fitting the caliber are the blues
Won't you be impressed with how depressed I am
How f*cking scared to death I am, of dying and liars
And trying to win back my soft spoken twenties?
Sweat and blood in the fissures of my hands, howling at the torpor
"It's not what you look at, it's what you see"
They fly more like insects than angels
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If understanding could blossom and be pushed at the side of the road
Then my lamb, you are a rose
Every drift, every sway barely stirs my color
And the only thing fitting the caliber are the blues
Won't you be impressed with how depressed I am
How f*cking scared to death I am, of dying and liars
And trying to win back my soft spoken twenties?
Sweat and blood in the fissures of my hands, howling at the torpor
"It's not what you look at, it's what you see"
They fly more like insects than angels
Then my lamb, you are a rose
Every drift, every sway barely stirs my color
And the only thing fitting the caliber are the blues
Won't you be impressed with how depressed I am
How f*cking scared to death I am, of dying and liars
And trying to win back my soft spoken twenties?
Sweat and blood in the fissures of my hands, howling at the torpor
"It's not what you look at, it's what you see"
They fly more like insects than angels
Writer: matt figliolino
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