Fuckslang

Four sides of blue wall never felt so far Who knew it fit us so well? Oh hell, now it's gone And we'll do it all again To be touched by another And we'll do it all again To be touched by something else When white bends to blue Hanging out with a cartoon Yeah, we'll do it all again To be touched by something else Late youth It won't break us, but we're not the only ones Late youth Splitting skin just for the sake of holding on Holding on It feels right to pick a fight sometimes It feels right to take my clothes off It feels right to pick a fight sometimes It feels right to take my clothes off I never thought it was right Never thought I could do any wrong anymore Thought it was right Never thought I could do any wrong anymore