Your brain pattern is like poison
White noise fills me when I see you
Can you please just make fire with my mouth?
Bruise me and push me into your blindness
Put a band around my fickle heart and pull me close
Flowers don't grow where we tread
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 3:23 AM UTC
Your brain pattern is like poison
White noise fills me when I see you
Can you please just make fire with my mouth?
Bruise me and push me into your blindness
Put a band around my fickle heart and pull me close
Flowers don't grow where we tread
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