where is the one that will mourn me when im gone, who will pour water on my bed of dirt, who will breath fire on my neck at night
all stops out i know what i need to do
i measure out my days with sips of a corona, im pretty sure she drives an old fucked up corolla, to pull me from the underground that i call home
i heard someone say theres a chance that i could meet her i could be persephone and she Demeter and pull me from the underground that i call home
i heard someone say that shes honest and good , heard someone say that shes honest and good ......
i heard someone say theres no chance that theres a chance that i could meet her so i measure out my day with my metronome meter
Tom Wilt... - croutched over, you were not there, living in fear but signs were not really that scare, obvious tears but i will not, hide you through this, i want you to help them plesase see , the bleeding heart perched on my shirtdie, withdraw hide in cold sweat, quivering lips ignore remorse naming a kid, living wasteland, ] this time you've tried all that you can turing you red but i will not hide you through this i want you to helpchange my attempt good intentions should i could i?here we are with your obsession should i could i