It's times like these i wish i had
some common sense left inside of my head.
I should have known this would never work out.
I just want to be a part of something beautiful.
Vibrations, tongue and cheek,
what words are worth to even speak anymore?
In bed by eleven again I hope to disappear in the mattress.
I hope when I fall asleep the pillow eats my teeth.
Warm color schemes, mostly red
like a flower without it's nectar.
It's a planet you know,
it's where we plant and watch ourselves grow.
Up. Up. Out.
Whats the point of beauty if we all look the same?
Текст песни Tiny Moving Parts Grayscale
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