Empty child. Apogee. Naked eyes and biscuit cheeks
Summer lake a mile deep where everything can swim
Screamin' bird that made you laugh. Swirling sky. The hours passed
Grin away that hourglass, ain't nothin' in your way
You hold it all so totally, No tippin' scales, all poetry
No hangmen sight to sentence me, please turn to look my way
Please turn to look my way, kid. Please turn to look my way
I'm putrid foul, just bleach me out kid. Turn to look my way
You laugh just like the crescent moon, embarrassing those midnight blues
Shaking up that birthday suit, no mirror in your mind
Bowl of milk, Sunday cartoons, drinking down those happy hues
Watching all those colors bloom like petals in the grass
Ben Sasso - Biscuit Cheeks Lyrics
Ben Sasso - Biscuit Cheeks Lyrics
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Empty child. Apogee. Naked eyes and biscuit cheeks
Summer lake a mile deep where everything can swim
Screamin' bird that made you laugh. Swirling sky. The hours passed
Grin away that hourglass, ain't nothin' in your way
You hold it all so totally, No tippin' scales, all poetry
No hangmen sight to sentence me, please turn to look my way
Please turn to look my way, kid. Please turn to look my way
I'm putrid foul, just bleach me out kid. Turn to look my way
You laugh just like the crescent moon, embarrassing those midnight blues
Shaking up that birthday suit, no mirror in your mind
Bowl of milk, Sunday cartoons, drinking down those happy hues
Watching all those colors bloom like petals in the grass
Summer lake a mile deep where everything can swim
Screamin' bird that made you laugh. Swirling sky. The hours passed
Grin away that hourglass, ain't nothin' in your way
You hold it all so totally, No tippin' scales, all poetry
No hangmen sight to sentence me, please turn to look my way
Please turn to look my way, kid. Please turn to look my way
I'm putrid foul, just bleach me out kid. Turn to look my way
You laugh just like the crescent moon, embarrassing those midnight blues
Shaking up that birthday suit, no mirror in your mind
Bowl of milk, Sunday cartoons, drinking down those happy hues
Watching all those colors bloom like petals in the grass
Writer: Ben Sasso
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