She flies to Paris, France I come down in her childhood bed And write the words I'll one day wish that I had never said Now all that I became must die before the forum thread The cursed vultures feed and spread the seeded daily bread
And I guess I found out What it's like
I am very young But I am working Working on the glow up
I am the richest girl in every room Mainline to the UE BOOM They ask me
Why don't you sing with an English accent Well I guess it's too late to change it now In the rural American town fairground I go round and I go round
It's a great wide gulf between intentions and what ground met me I check my phone and make the sound Like theme from failure performed for just you Like the new road built out of Black Country ground
I have learned so little From all I lost in two thousand and 18 I think she's still waiting there for us somewhere Underneath what we built to keep the waters clean
It's a one size fits all hardcore cyber fetish early noughties zine She sells matcha shots to pay for printing costs and a PR team She's recently enlightened And for some reason that phases me It won't give up Too soft to touch And how hard could it really beTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
