hipnotizata

hey geys
i am not a mean person
the new calendar just demands i
am reminded of how soft
my skin is
of how
same this song is

i am insanely guilty for all the dibs i called
you can hear me trembling on the radio
oh oh oh
i'm insanely gilt for rolling my rocks around
rutting deep into your flower crown
till i was the killest

thought there was a way to mix us gently
what a chump move
if you want it you must keep slicing off
the tusk before it curls forever

oh no no
i do not mean any more
and let's pile behind the same door
all the something sads in the middle
under the bloodwash beat of
our drumming wings