There’s a crack, reflective gra**, stone face, mute glance
High black in the back of a normal joke, easier to choke, smile glue
Bad stick, bad fit with you, a blanket curse, a made up bed that waits
In heaven you have my face, my neck, my waist
And a f**ing saint in a rocking chair that stays in place
Thief for a chance, kiss for a catch, blue flower, blue boredom
Did you know I colored in the clues for you, for you?
They make a game that spells your name
Fresh fear at the centerfold, colored mess to backwards steps
Always taste like another face
Always smell like a kind of hell, waterproof person to be, to be
Blood like soap, when water washes it thin washes it away to stay