I am starved for light, the sun only touches my treetops
Diving deep in freezing water I search a warm sun
Wading through crowds doing vocal exercises
Getting ready to sing, speak and shout
but never listen
My freedom isn't here yet but if you would be willing to restart
My heart, there would be a lot of poison to pump out
Be a little butterfingered with scalpel
Cut me up in a thousand places
Let my bad blood run
And when I
breathe
again.
Kiss
me.
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 3:28 AM UTC
I am starved for light, the sun only touches my treetops
Diving deep in freezing water I search a warm sun
Wading through crowds doing vocal exercises
Getting ready to sing, speak and shout
but never listen
My freedom isn't here yet but if you would be willing to restart
My heart, there would be a lot of poison to pump out
Be a little butterfingered with scalpel
Cut me up in a thousand places
Let my bad blood run
And when I
breathe
again.
Kiss
me.
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