At one night it was 2 am
On bed of nails she makes me wait
Shrewdness of your mouth keeps lingering on my mind
Like an echo guerilla knockin me down back and forth
I value you too much, you value me nothing but a
welcome carpet
That keeps getting stomped, unvalued, but still there
to stay
To cleanse your step
Nov 11, 2021
Nov 11, 2021 at 5:42 AM UTC
At one night it was 2 am
On bed of nails she makes me wait
Shrewdness of your mouth keeps lingering on my mind
Like an echo guerilla knockin me down back and forth
I value you too much, you value me nothing but a
welcome carpet
That keeps getting stomped, unvalued, but still there
to stay
To cleanse your step
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