Gates

pray us on the plastic i heat water from the faucet brought it out closing out the children's choir mmhmhm echos through the corridor ahaaha ripping up the carpet somday let me hide once more i know every shape of the bathrom flore froze my feet on the tildes still the marry sleeps deep in my spine will you be gone gone from me sky will take you back to where you belong under the sun underneath the coberd its all runing wild silverware save me from said i wuold not missbehave I really will you be gone gone from me sky will take you back to where you belong under the sun underneath the coberd