You stick to me
Like tangled headphones
And Elmer's Glue
Without the rest of the area knowing a clue
From the reflection of my eyes
To the very bottom of my shoes
You're a good reason why I'm this heartfelt
I'm no hunter who kills Leopards for their pelt
But I hunt the darkest words in my soul
And I find the nearest ashes
To start again
Since you wanted to know a new me
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 3:45 AM UTC
You stick to me
Like tangled headphones
And Elmer's Glue
Without the rest of the area knowing a clue
From the reflection of my eyes
To the very bottom of my shoes
You're a good reason why I'm this heartfelt
I'm no hunter who kills Leopards for their pelt
But I hunt the darkest words in my soul
And I find the nearest ashes
To start again
Since you wanted to know a new me
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