i'm lost somewhere familar looking at ashy knees in bath suds with disdain rose petals sprinkled away
have the loftiest abode have the airiest dresses, but i never had auburn tresses like hers i was charcoal in comparison
one of the desert girls; candles flickered the way she'd bat her eyelashes bringing hands to my eyes i lie on the floor and i lie to them more a nightgown hangs the way the pale moon did
carpet kissing my bare feet rosy knuckles grasping a storm the lake foams over in it's wake who saves you now
Based off the song and video for End Of The Line by Sleigh Bells. I tried to match the visuals and give it a story.