Get lost in the garden of my lustrous thoughts
Drown in the sea of my aesthetic touch
I'll have you feeling high without snorting a line
Dive into my sternum and climb down between my ribs
Lay down in the valley of my prepossessing lips
I'll have you feeling high without snorting a line
Have the audacity to trace every scar engraved on my disordered skin
Caress the strands of my hair and let your fingers and thoughts get lost
I'll have you feeling high without snorting a line,
high without snorting a line.
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC
Get lost in the garden of my lustrous thoughts
Drown in the sea of my aesthetic touch
I'll have you feeling high without snorting a line
Dive into my sternum and climb down between my ribs
Lay down in the valley of my prepossessing lips
I'll have you feeling high without snorting a line
Have the audacity to trace every scar engraved on my disordered skin
Caress the strands of my hair and let your fingers and thoughts get lost
I'll have you feeling high without snorting a line,
high without snorting a line.
