Braid Radish White Icicle
you said
take everything
i can't give it back
i've got a half shirt
i've got a whole heart
not cool
but off to a good start
you've got a sweatshirt
with a sainthood.
and i'll wear it out
while we're out
you can't help me now i'm so sorry
if things get carried away.
now i feel a little insane
and there's nothing here but time
and it's killing me to stay
and i can't go back
cause there's nothing left
feels like your choking me
