when she herself's a box of tnt
all the baptized and underacknowledged
she lights her flame over nothing
she needs every single pleasure
as the percogesic was tapering off
a lot of low sight in my lungs
i never thought i'd be so disarmed
she stumbles through her parents' living room
as the velvet curtains lay
i drew my blood over my front door
and i hope she passes over
as the percogesic was tapering off
a lot of low sight in my lungs
i never thought i'd be so disarmed
and i hope she passes over
as the percogesic was tapering off
a lot of low sight in my lungs
i never thought i'd be so disarmed