There are things so tender about me,
like my lips, my fringe and my skin.
Although it's wrong, I long for reception,
I wanna sing like those garbage indie bands.
Communities filled pain and distinction,
where pretty scars make good reputation.
I read your blog about molestation,
and then I sung like those garbage indie bands.
like my lips, my fringe and my skin.
Although it's wrong, I long for reception,
I wanna sing like those garbage indie bands.
Communities filled pain and distinction,
where pretty scars make good reputation.
I read your blog about molestation,
and then I sung like those garbage indie bands.