Hey you, you look like my lover
Hey you, you remind me of how things were when my heart was whole
Hey you, let me lick your golden fingers
Hey you, will you let me recall her in you?
Hey you, will you allow me to paint you over?
Hey you, will you let go?
Lover, lover, lover let me **** your power you are not weak
Let me take your flower in the middle of the summer somewhere in my corn field.
Am I playing the god with my own mind or just gone crazy?
I hope you like this new body
Lover. Lover. Lover stay. Let the juices flow in my brain. Stay my DMT.
Devil over the shoulder and just last week I burned the last bridge reaching for you in places you do not exist.
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC
Hey you, you look like my lover
Hey you, you remind me of how things were when my heart was whole
Hey you, let me lick your golden fingers
Hey you, will you let me recall her in you?
Hey you, will you allow me to paint you over?
Hey you, will you let go?
Lover, lover, lover let me **** your power you are not weak
Let me take your flower in the middle of the summer somewhere in my corn field.
Am I playing the god with my own mind or just gone crazy?
I hope you like this new body
Lover. Lover. Lover stay. Let the juices flow in my brain. Stay my DMT.
Devil over the shoulder and just last week I burned the last bridge reaching for you in places you do not exist.
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