I'm a cold-dwelling
Warm-blooded
Master of none
Except reading everything you don't say out loud
I got a keen eye
And a good shot
Im gonna thread the needle
Through the gap in your rib cage this time
You're a good one
I'm a psychic
And my friends can't see past it like I can
Or turn the future like I can
And my foresight is a good thing
Till I'm sucking up my gut just to not see you leave
Was I talented
Or too feminine
For me now
And my revisiting
Feels so different
When it's someone I forgot about
Do I still go crazy at your house?
Do I tuck my ears
Pulling on my shoes
In my crystal room
Trailing Betra's leaves
Back home with me
And I'm trying to find the meaning or something
When I'm always forgetting
And I'm always forgetting
And well it sorta just happens
Why am I always forgetting?
Why am I always
Was I talented
Or too feminine
For me now
And my indifference
Feels so different
When it's someone I forgot about
Do I still go crazy at your house?
& you leave the lights on when you leave
Do I still spell Wed-nes-day out loud?
Do I fall in love with key board sounds?
Do I still go crazy at your house?
And I leave lights on when I leave
Do I still spell Wed-nes-day out loud?
Do I fall in love with keyboard sounds?
Do I still spell Wed-nes-day out loud?