Soft gravel scratches across my scab
Hey lovely makes this water red
Oh my soul* there's a hole
Oh my soul
Send psychic messages you can't even here
From my dumb mouth to your deaf ear
Sugar sweet cinnamon never even been mixed
We both drag our jesus hair around
Oh my soul
There's a hole
Oh my soul
Dust cake boy
Wow he wavers me something
God he wavers me something
Wow he fucks real mean
She screams out your name cause she swears to be mine
Cause the crystaly cut him into tragedy
You're staring at something you're never gonnasee
Take your small eyes away from me
Oh my soul
There's a hole
Oh my soul
Dust cake boy
Every little simple seam scratches across my skinn Soft gravel scratches across my scab Hey lovely makes this water red Oh my soul* there's a hole Oh my soul Send psychic messages you can't even here From my dumb mouth to your deaf ear Sugar sweet cinnamon never even been mixed We both drag our jesus hair around Oh my soul There's a hole Oh my soul Dust cake boy Wow he wavers me something God he wavers me something Wow he fucks real mean She screams out your name cause she swears to be mine Cause the crystaly cut him into tragedy You're staring at something you're never gonnasee Take your small eyes away from me Oh my soul There's a hole Oh my soul Dust cake boy Explain Request ×
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