Hortur Lyrics
Picastro Hortur
I'm left because I'm never leaving
And I don't want the things I have
I make plans to relieve myself
Feeling good and looking bad
I love the fork(?) that loves me back
Those lips of luck(?) the kind you lack
We've wasted more on caring less
I'll sing until we make it home
And I don't want the things I have
I make plans to relieve myself
Feeling good and looking bad
I love the fork(?) that loves me back
Those lips of luck(?) the kind you lack
We've wasted more on caring less
I'll sing until we make it home
