nothing new for trash like you, 
plastic bags over our heads and counting to ten
mountain-side, pitolushu
run from this heatwave that’s melting all our dreams
call my name out,
she’s so perfect like an angel on my shoulders
my baby looks so pretty with her long hair
point out constellations on my pick-up truck
buying stacks of corny horror movie tapes
we fuck like she's my bonnie and says im her clyde

i know i will defend her,
wont say I love her, holding hands on a schoolyard court
flowers in december, swimming pools with dead bugs
spiraling and smoking on the motorway
and nothign seems to stop us 
not even the red lights
getting chased down by the police
i hate to say it, i hate to say it, i think i’m in love with you

digging out glass shards out of my skin and stitching me up while we watch the sunrise
going through few grams, maybe we’re slipping
they seem so ahead we’re always left behind 
everything i want in life, seems so out of sight like tunnels closing but at least youre my light 
i’m feral for your love, like saints to dying art
i’ll keep your picture with me and say 

i know i will defend her,
wont say I love her, holding hands on a schoolyard court
flowers in december, swimming pools with dead bugs
spiraling and smoking on the motorway
and nothign seems to stop us 
not even the red lights
getting chased down by the police
i hate to say it, i hate to say it, i think i’m in love with you

defender (demo)

Hay algo en este ulular que me mueve, y me encuentro a misma cada vez, más, bajo la luz de luna que se filtra entre las ramas de los árboles. 
¿El sol se ha declarado en huelga de brillar?

“somnífera, sinuosa y silvestre”

-งคչչչ.

a sardine bound to the thirst of a hedonistic human

defender (demo)

nickateeen