Tangled in feathers
Tired and hoarse
Caught up in tethers
You are the
Backseat Sweetheart
I dunno where your head's been swimming,
if your intent
You've got a brand new product,
I tried to overrate it,
but
There's a girl up the stairs
Green eyes and lemon hair
I
Take me for a ride
I hear you got a hunger
Jezebel
There's a ringing in my ear
From when I called
Little Missy
You're the apple in the corner of my eye
And
The monster closet
That's where I stay now
I let my fear
maybe i should explain
why i'm building a cage
the one i
I can never see your face inside my head
I see
The keys are cut,
so meet me in the middle.
Everybody's going
Can't keep your head on straight,
the way the other's do.
You
i found you floating in the crowd all dressed in
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