Sway of a tree, rope hanging down.
Swing, crack, swing, feet graze the ground.
Scruffy old shoes, laces like the rope,
If only you had known that you still had so much hope
Pill Popper, made you feel.
You needed someone to know that this pain was real
Swing, crack, swing, go the branches above you
They called out with the wind and begged you not to
Mutated in the brain, lay the mangled secret
And it whispered to you softly Keep it, keep it, keep it.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
Sway of a tree, rope hanging down.
Swing, crack, swing, feet graze the ground.
Scruffy old shoes, laces like the rope,
If only you had known that you still had so much hope
Pill Popper, made you feel.
You needed someone to know that this pain was real
Swing, crack, swing, go the branches above you
They called out with the wind and begged you not to
Mutated in the brain, lay the mangled secret
And it whispered to you softly Keep it, keep it, keep it.
