Littlecigs - Out Of Body

teenage love.

perpetual fuck up

And when you're tired, think of me

And when the world is all dark and bad dreams, think of me

And when you can't talk, can't walk, think of me

And when the air gets thick and your lungs get twisted, think of me

And when you're lonely, think of me

I'll be there

I come to beg for my forgiveness

The Devil has known me

And The Lord is angry

Touch me

Touch me with your holy hands

And cleanse my body of these sins

kill me kill me kill me

what's the use?

have you seen the news?

buzz like flies in dog shit

I can't watch this

can't they get a clue?

history repeats too often

sitting still is not an option

I just wanna die

c'mon, kill me

I'll be fine

Vulnerable

eyes a septic kind of green

skin a paper-colored sheen

that covers up all of the things

I don’t want you to see in me