i stood on your steps. and watched the blue. filter through your blinds. and i traced lines backwards. begging to before bottles spun us to bed. and bitter
i stood on your steps. and watched the blue. filter through your blinds. and i traced lines backwards. begging to before bottles spun us to bed. and
in shit. our halos were busted from way before. we drank deep without warn. we were gutted and split to the floor. i can feel the room lean beneath my
bawl Now that was for them, this is for y'all The more for the little store, the less for the mall The smarter your plan, the better for all You fail