You're so fragrant with a pose like that
Erase my stigma and let me fall on my back
Could this allow me to forget about that?
Or, will it open every door I've latched shut, locked close
How am I alone?
Pity me. Pretty we. I just miss that feeling
And to only be told for a second, "I think of your keen complexes. Kiss and pull me on my tendons."
(If you're not thinking correctly respect me and tell me.)
What are we forgetting?
If the sack is full let's let it spill and share our frugal time span
'Cause if one leaves, it dies than breaks free
Look at me, glorifying we
Never trusting of my timing. The image never fining
And to only be told for a second, "I think of your keen complexes. Kiss and pull me on my tendons."
(If you're not thinking correctly respect me and tell me.)
What makes you think?