Still Life Still Follow

You and me in medicine hearts
What do you want from them
Some sort of home in the hate
I'm leaving my house today
Now I'm afraid of scars on the statues
Weather in our love until your my new friend
Fuck I want to try to be everything else
I want the wolves to come inside our house
What's the problem, it made you feel
I feel you buried in your new red heels
Fists that crash
In my face
Bleeds on the fashion you make me ache
When I have a home I'll write this down
Try to explain the XXX theme
Of course it's money that brought you to love
I use to sit and watch her eyes
Sink into her skull all night
The television lighting our broke up rooms
I heard it's your birthday with your bones
Someone's underground but I woke up
Brush the dirt off the leaves
Flowers and a wreath

You and me in medicine hearts
Scratching at the surface next to him
If you want you could swallow my fortune
A bigger back yard means nothing
It rained on the power lines where I grew up
If I gave up would you still want to touch
It rained on the power lines where I grew up
If I gave up would you still want to touch
So I could feel you buried

Flowers and a wreath (flowers) x3
Flowers

Flowers and a wreath (flowers) x3