Album: Meeting People Is Terrible
Bus ride, angels, in your eyes
Lover, lover, in your skin
Bones they drip like candle wax all around her
Bones they break like insect wings all around her
Go get your wings
Karma, karma, crystal glaze
Nighttime, nectar, in your veins
Kiss and cuts and scars and sprains
For an evening of battery acid burns are deceiving
Go get your wings
Crawling, sleeping,
I'm falling, embrace the bugs
Are you sick of the bruises?
You're desolate and truth less
Left your blood on my halos
On the backs of the fruitless
Go get your wings