Hands are wet, worms in the gutter
Stay awake, talk to eachother
Plants are dry, why should I bother?
Touch the stove, does it feel hotter?
Take Them Bowling, frozen mirror
A dewey morning, bring it here
My insides growing it's severe
Chlorine pour-over
Chlorine pour-over
Now our floors are the cleanest
I'm still feeling the same
Mixing soap with the greases
I'll always be a stain
Six pieces we're done
Don't look I'll buy a new one
My fingers melt on the sun
Why was I chosen
These redlight moments
For me?
This preset omen
Leaves me so frozen
Fully