good morning beautiful.
somewhere outside there are tricks and evil
holler downstairs while i drive
i want to watch you buttercup
coming through the fog
dying of boredom, i'll try it all
sixteen
olive skin
bound by a voice
i dont want to go
but i want it well
at least you fucking care
dying of boredom, i'll try it all
i'll be faint like a crook
it looks and feels great
but look at what it's doing to you
but thats ok, look how it feels
nothing.
nothing.
fuck.