She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks
I've been drawn into your magnet tar-pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black.
Hey...
Wait
I got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice.
Hey...
Wait
I got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice.
Hey...
Wait
I got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Your advice.
Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet
Cut myself on angel hair and baby's breath
Broken hymen of your highness, I'm left black
Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back.
Hey...
Wait
I got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice.
Hey...
Wait
I got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice.
Hey...
Wait
I got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice.
Your advice
Your advice
Your advice.
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Nate Smith in EP Through The Smoke Released in 2024 |