Bleach my soul with the tips of your fingers
Make it polish so your reflection lingers
Wring out every unpure thought until theres only you
You may even want to let some of those drip out too
Scrub my mind with an innocent nap together
To be awoken up by the sunny morning weather
Return my mind to the dirt when our lips meet
For the best results wash, rinse, and repeat.
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 7:48 PM UTC
Bleach my soul with the tips of your fingers
Make it polish so your reflection lingers
Wring out every unpure thought until theres only you
You may even want to let some of those drip out too
Scrub my mind with an innocent nap together
To be awoken up by the sunny morning weather
Return my mind to the dirt when our lips meet
For the best results wash, rinse, and repeat.
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