Split this burly, pitch, and never switch hit like a light going both ways like a thick curry, in one hole and out the other, I’m just in this whole like light poles lit early, Lysol on the brink of which dirty pit wants to hit with accents that get the gist of disconcerting, this concept is a fit concert addressed like the sunset in a sun left in a conquest disturbing, just rest and pretend you love what I just left for you to ingest through you eyes wet from all of this big burning
I used to listen to this song and daydream about someone I Loved More than life itself ( and to tell the truth and save A lie, I still Love this person that deeply ) But could never let Her know how I felt about her