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save up

(альбом: new limbs (vol. 1) - 2020)


I put my makeup on
Every night
Contoured lines
Lipstick dried
Kiss you once
Kiss you twice
Fuck me up
Every time

I hear you
Breathing close
Down my neck
Brush my hair
Left to right
Kiss you once
Kiss you twice
Say you love me
Every time

Baby watch me dance
Inside this ball of glass
You can tell me I'm what you need
Drive me down
A dead end street

I spend too much on you
Counting pennies slow
I save them up for you
When you come back to run me dry
You run me dry

I think too much of you
Are you counting down
Til I fold back up for you?
Like a ball of paper
Crushed inside your hand
Crushed inside your hand

Am I your
Perfectly crystalline
Porcelain figurine
Dressed up, you hold me out
Like prize
Fuck me twice
Say goodnight

Baby watch me dance
Inside this ball of glass
You can tell me I'm what you need
Drive me down
A dead end street

I spend too much on you
Counting pennies slow
I save them up for you
When you come back to run me dry
You run me dry

I think too much of you
Are you counting down
Til I fold back up for you?
Like a ball of paper
Crushed inside your hand
Crushed inside your hand

Do I dream too much for you?
Like a child
You can fill my head
With your version of events
Do I feel too much for you
All too serious?
Are we calling this romance
Me, crushed inside your hand

I spend too much on you
Counting pennies slow
I save them up for you
When you come back to run me dry
You run me dry

I think too much of you
Are you counting down
Til I fold back up for you?
Like a ball of paper
Crushed inside your hand
Crushed inside your hand

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