UNDER THE CONCRETE (feat. Soft Glas)

Beauty, stealing my old jeans

I wish my hearts design, wouldn't just fold

Under the concrete, I shuffle the dead leaves

I hurt myself once more, trying for you

Just like my mother, I gave you my two sense

I said some things last night, that I won't forget

The orange and blue streaks

They play like the music

I give you one more chance, a thousand or more.