birdwatcher im baffed
scratch through alleys i dash
your mark sacred obscure
the score topped i was last
the depths left in the past;
no past tense in my heart
i love my skin and my laugh,
you wasnt ready for it
gore feel more real when youre all really there
bust down the door finger guns like "give me all my time back"
no words, silence and stares
wake up in white room
toss my baby up
smile hard when you look at me
this is just my fantasy
couldve died at 23
stead i lied to my family
this is all an accident