i want to call you still,
do you think of me?
my sweet child of sun.
i think of you as
i stab myself with needles
shooting up liquid bliss.
bliss?
is that what the kids call it.
baby if it was bliss,
you wouldn't be on my mind.~ "mother"
is there abundance in youth?
i want to call you still,
do you think of me?
my sweet child of sun.
i think of you as
i stab myself with needles
shooting up liquid bliss.
bliss?
is that what the kids call it.
baby if it was bliss,
you wouldn't be on my mind.~ "mother"