trigger
Sparks alight and we open our eyelids
Driving past drunk little kids
Someone's hiding in my car trunk
Maybe it's just that I feel drunk
I'm talking quickly and I'm talking it all
Feeling some kind of withdrawal
I don't know what I'm supposed to wear
And don't know if I care, I don't care at all
And if you break my heart
I might just create a work of art
So go ahead, pull the trigger on me darling
Pull it and let it fly
I wanna fly, but I'm dropping
Low, low, low
I've barely even lived
I'm just a stupid little kid
Balancing on sidewalks
Always been too scared to talk
A million scents slinking in my nose
Symphonies I wanna compose
And I'm leaning against a wall
Restriction and prelude to my crippling affliction
And if you break my heart
I might just create a work of art
So go ahead, pull the trigger on me darling
Pull it and let it fly
I wanna fly
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submitted on 28 Авг 2021 - 09:45
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