Mammatus

That's mine
(...)
Everybody wants what’s mine

Another breast would not impress halfly enough
Another breast would not impress halfly enough
Another breast would not impress halfly enough
Another breast would not impress halfly enough

Through us I am testing taste in part
Isn't torment tainting, taking from tasty food
Drooling pitch
I want to talk about you once
And I'm kissing you
I want to go and tell you what to do
Is love "I can tell the pocket from the seams"?
I can "I can tell the pocket from the seams"
Another breast

Another breast would not impress halfly enough
Another brеast would not impress halfly enough
Another brеast would not impress halfly enough
Another breast would not impress halfly enough

Another breast would not impress halfly enough
Another breast would not impress halfly enough
Another breast would not impress halfly enough
Another breast would not impress halfly enough

And though my rest may seem like I would get enough
And though my rest may seem like I would get enough
I never think I do
I never wake up all the way
I never think I do
I never wake up all the way
My eyes are always red
It makes me feel I'm halfly here
And if I sense too much
I fear of being blown away

I am a tiny wrist who dies
I am a tiny wrist who dies