Inside of, before we get old
There isn't a delicate way two fold
On the corner nearly a weak
Worth less than off my feet
Just often enough to hold
Backs of bolder than, no
In and out you traded in
Condone going out whim

Are you hear in why we split
The deepest pains are heavens miss
The days not spent under June
Making out like watching Sue
In where you won't say
Coming at you every, fray'd
Endings inside no way to climb
Piano toes blinding sighs

Who or when you did it right
Miss be four then me
Limbs I wouldn't greave
Now he's back against
Two new packs of heels in print?

3 two to bring me my solo

Mistreat rogan the revelation
Soo wee delivern pip

Reliant out my lights
Newpiter, on to your studio

Galactic cause