Meow

When we pay you grow up

I'm afraid of your lumps

And the tales we are crumbling for

Wiped away with a gush

Flowing seeds from your brush

Painter wild revealing a door

In the waste of your blood

On my lips when you cough

I will miss you and not know for what

And the questions I caught

When you payed me up front

You grew up cause I painted a brush

When we pay you go on

To exclaim in the yard

That the fire is taking us all

And we all sing along

To the same fucking song

As we table our guilt for the fun

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Off the cuff

You know enough

I'm sorry if I tried to hard

And take a look

You know enough

You're sorry cuz we tried to hard

I'll be late I'll be lost

Like the blood on my floss

And no one can cry anymore

When I spill on the sleave

Of the god that can't eat

I will sauder my hair to the cross

Off the cuff

You know enough

I'm sorry if I tried to hard

And take a look

You know enough

You're sorry cuz we tried to hard