thx Isabella for the awesome vocals and slide guitar :*)

running thru ur home being so loud
big empty words coming from ur mouth
bitting on the blanket to help the pain
who can tell if things are the same
knocking on my head banging on the door
taking back the things i said before
getting in the car to look you in the eye
the days become empty and our minds will die

moving my mouth tends to hurt
cant stick around now to see u burn
skinny little figure tiny small bones
boy made of glass broken on the floor
water rolling slow off ur tongue
i wont today but it wont be long
picking the  fruit of the tree
to plant the seeds that you need

TV

juneinaqua

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