Weak Robe
Zac Nelson
With my honest open feelings, you seem to be deceiving
Narrow needle force field, open for business
Mangrove sour mouthfuls, would've assumed too small to notice
And that pushed you off the outskirts of my heart
Born of sage and mystic, I'm caged unrealistic
Matchbox full of wisdom, my best test turned away
And that pushed you off the outskirts of my heart
