I wish I could change it
But might make it worse
Because we're both the same, you and I
You're a slap in the face
But you don't leave a trace
And your temperature keeps me alive
Throwing rocks at your window
'Til it shatters
The glass cuts you open
Doesn't matter to you
Turn your bloodlust towards me
Meet you in the kitchen
We thrive in the heat
I am mold for the soul
Songs about having bad ideas
Make me think of you
Hold me tight like you
Someday could love me
'Til my face turns blue
Throwing rocks at your window
'Til it shatters
The glass cuts you open
Doesn't matter to you
Turn your bloodlust towards me
Meet you in the kitchen
We thrive in the heat
I am mold for the soul
I am mold for the soul
Jenna Stella - Mold for the Soul Lyrics
Jenna Stella - Mold for the Soul Lyrics
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I wish I could change it
But might make it worse
Because we're both the same, you and I
You're a slap in the face
But you don't leave a trace
And your temperature keeps me alive
Throwing rocks at your window
'Til it shatters
The glass cuts you open
Doesn't matter to you
Turn your bloodlust towards me
Meet you in the kitchen
We thrive in the heat
I am mold for the soul
Songs about having bad ideas
Make me think of you
Hold me tight like you
Someday could love me
'Til my face turns blue
Throwing rocks at your window
'Til it shatters
The glass cuts you open
Doesn't matter to you
Turn your bloodlust towards me
Meet you in the kitchen
We thrive in the heat
I am mold for the soul
I am mold for the soul
But might make it worse
Because we're both the same, you and I
You're a slap in the face
But you don't leave a trace
And your temperature keeps me alive
Throwing rocks at your window
'Til it shatters
The glass cuts you open
Doesn't matter to you
Turn your bloodlust towards me
Meet you in the kitchen
We thrive in the heat
I am mold for the soul
Songs about having bad ideas
Make me think of you
Hold me tight like you
Someday could love me
'Til my face turns blue
Throwing rocks at your window
'Til it shatters
The glass cuts you open
Doesn't matter to you
Turn your bloodlust towards me
Meet you in the kitchen
We thrive in the heat
I am mold for the soul
I am mold for the soul
Writer: Jenna Szczepanski
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid