Tear your wings off at the spine and tape them to the back of mine I can fly higher when I'm tired My 2 hands are scorched from holding this torch Mind feels like neon all glowing and bent up You look good on my back like a shark fin Rectify desensitized 'Tis the season to drink poison Tralala was a badhead girl Your mind's gone greasy it slides right off me And all the jaded stars spit black cigars No truce for you A spec of something that I knew Yes I read what you did and I see what you didTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
