Don’t Cut My Wings
Poppy Tears
Fuck what they say about me
They don't know a thing
I might come across as drowsy
Don't cut my wings
You're scrolling up and down
In your bed
My eyes are rolling back and now
I'm content
A warm blanket wrapped around me
Heart dancing I'm on Stunt Street
How astounding I made it grounded
Came back around like fuck I'm stranded
By my side
No light
To guide me right
Hold tight
And feel the knife
In this life
You've only got some time
