You’re kind of a
mess girl. All jumbled up, all
pulling at your hair, can
you remember
Sun anymore?
And you’re kind of a
wreck the way you
shake from side to side like
someone’s rocking your
insides, like something’s
scared behind your eyes-
I know you’re hurting,
I know the signs,
but smoke before
fire every time
Just let me save you.
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 7:52 PM UTC
You’re kind of a
mess girl. All jumbled up, all
pulling at your hair, can
you remember
Sun anymore?
And you’re kind of a
wreck the way you
shake from side to side like
someone’s rocking your
insides, like something’s
scared behind your eyes-
I know you’re hurting,
I know the signs,
but smoke before
fire every time
Just let me save you.
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