c chord hands
cold drinks and warm clean sheets
flower chains, sweet dreams
breathe out and i'll breathe you in
let's be a cycle of endless CO2
poisoned with green apple highs and
lowest lows where my wrists grow roses
lone plum tree, a light breeze
wish some birds would land on me
i've learned light eyes are deceiving
colored yarn weaving through my bones
tighten it and see my lungs burst
like that night. separated like twins at birth
blue violet eyes and vines cover pink skin
she's dripping from a spoon
like sweet honey