if i could just hear your pretty voice
i don't think i need to see at all
soft hair and a velvet tongue
i want to give you what you give to me
and every breath that is in your lungs
is a tiny little gift to me
sometimes i think i should
just to get out of it
it seems that as of late
only the 8 legged fuckers
and the vibes that you'd find in a cemetery at witching hour
are attracted to me
i'm okay
