Curls.
Lengthened, stretching
Auburn curls.
Winding around the delicacies
Of profound life.
Growing incandescently
In a newfound, unsound method.
Vibrant with innovation,
Yet in the same instance, arid.

Questionable.
Irresistible.
Undefinable.
Desirable.
Allego­rical.
Many are awe-struck by this oracle --

She loathes her curls.

Well, all my colors bleed for you
Can't you see them runnin'?
My hazy hills glow green for you
Yeah, you could just call me, you know

On my mobile number
'Cause I'm always in
And I was just thinking about you
On emergency 72, 72 oh, yeah
(72, 72, 72, 72, 72, 72)

Well, all my lust comes down to dust
Can't you see it crumblin'?
My hazy hill come down to rust
But you could just call me, you know

You're pulling me out of this whirlpool
You're making me breathe again
And I was just thinking about you
On emergency 72, yeah 72
(72, 72, 72, 72, 72, 72)

And I just can't forget 72 And I just can't forget 72

72, 72, 72, 72, 72 yeah, 72
72, 72, 72, 72, 72 yeah, 72
72, 72, 72, 72, 72 yeah, 72
72, 72, 72, 72, 72 yeah, 72

Well, all my colors bleed for you
Can't you see them runnin'?
My hazy hills glow green for you
Yeah, you could just call me, you know

Broke Down...
Cried...
Let it out?..
I'm Fine....