Poorly Coward
Robert Alfons
the rest is swelling, your guts collide
you find u like it, right on
a waste of smoke, your guts align
you fake the hum and light up
how can you see me through conflict arising
how can you calm me right when all you're seeing slow and the swollen arm is ready wound
how can you spare me the metal colliding
how can you calm me right when all you're seeing slow and the swollen arm is ready wound
you can't allow it, you wasted all your light
you let the light in, you kinda like it now
