Woke up this morning
Fell out of bed
Saw fit to tighten the
Bolts in my head
That Mary Shelley
She's got my hand
Cards on the table though
It's not attached
Today was the day
The day I held a candle to my author
I forgot what she said
But after that the landing felt much softer
If I could be defeated I would know
F*ck I'm still awake on afterglow
Sometimes
Not every
Sunrise
I hear your tune
I fell brand new
Sometimes your
Sunlight
It hits my tomb
I feel brand new
Woke up this morning
Fell out of bed
Saw fit to tighten the
Bolts in my head
That Mary Shelley
She's got my hand
Cards on the table though
It's not attached
Words left unsaid
Forbidden fruit is grown here in the orchard
Snakes in the rain
Slither underneath a sheet of closure
If i could be defeated i would know
I'm far too immature to let you go
Let you go
Sometimes
Not every
Sunrise
I hear your tune
I fell brand new
Sometimes your
Sunlight
It hits my tomb
I feel brand new
Woke up this morning
Fell out of bed
Saw fit to tighten the
Bolts in my head
That Mary Shelley
She's got my hand
Cards on the table though
It's not attached