im twisting through this harshness in all my bare-brained glory. ill come to terms with this before i burn this bridge and that i’ll live by; i’m throbbing on this curb,
i know i’m dying on this hill;
i am blessed in my heart and my soul and your
ridges in all their perfection. i’ve become obsessed with your pliability, can you twist your hips like that for me again? i want to attract the doves, your god can’t wait to absorb all my sorrow, and
my eyes give me away.
i swear i have
knives on my
waist and they’ll
cut if you
touch,
the solidity scares you,
why don’t you intimidate me?
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 3:28 AM UTC
im twisting through this harshness in all my bare-brained glory. ill come to terms with this before i burn this bridge and that i’ll live by; i’m throbbing on this curb,
i know i’m dying on this hill;
i am blessed in my heart and my soul and your
ridges in all their perfection. i’ve become obsessed with your pliability, can you twist your hips like that for me again? i want to attract the doves, your god can’t wait to absorb all my sorrow, and
my eyes give me away.
i swear i have
knives on my
waist and they’ll
cut if you
touch,
the solidity scares you,
why don’t you intimidate me?