What gives on these filler stones?
I don't think I understand them at all
Where's the dirt and sand?
My skin sure misses land
I hate all these bitter tones
Incessant noise and unacceptable calls
Loitering shame
I hate what you became
I'm not in deep, it's quite contrary
A nude man mows his lawn in February
Turning myself into men I'd want to marry
Just watch me, Violet
I'm exploiting vices
Ignite fireworks, it entices
I would like to dial it
But god knows I'm silent
Underneath, what a shame
I'm hollow, vacant, what was my name?
Follow my lead, it's arbitrary
We'll brave the woods in january
And make more plans extemporary
In summer ride pacific ferries
Drop the encumbrance you still carry
So free of the sleuth it feels imaginary
tap the mob - place no.2 Lyrics
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What gives on these filler stones?
I don't think I understand them at all
Where's the dirt and sand?
My skin sure misses land
I hate all these bitter tones
Incessant noise and unacceptable calls
Loitering shame
I hate what you became
I'm not in deep, it's quite contrary
A nude man mows his lawn in February
Turning myself into men I'd want to marry
Just watch me, Violet
I'm exploiting vices
Ignite fireworks, it entices
I would like to dial it
But god knows I'm silent
Underneath, what a shame
I'm hollow, vacant, what was my name?
Follow my lead, it's arbitrary
We'll brave the woods in january
And make more plans extemporary
In summer ride pacific ferries
Drop the encumbrance you still carry
So free of the sleuth it feels imaginary
I don't think I understand them at all
Where's the dirt and sand?
My skin sure misses land
I hate all these bitter tones
Incessant noise and unacceptable calls
Loitering shame
I hate what you became
I'm not in deep, it's quite contrary
A nude man mows his lawn in February
Turning myself into men I'd want to marry
Just watch me, Violet
I'm exploiting vices
Ignite fireworks, it entices
I would like to dial it
But god knows I'm silent
Underneath, what a shame
I'm hollow, vacant, what was my name?
Follow my lead, it's arbitrary
We'll brave the woods in january
And make more plans extemporary
In summer ride pacific ferries
Drop the encumbrance you still carry
So free of the sleuth it feels imaginary
Writer: Quinlan Hawthorne
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid