Cute
Fake grief walk in the streets
True grief howl
in the bottom of sea
Tie my achievement on that twig,
and just burn out my breath
by your kiss
Days like a smoke
is my eye an illness?
Your hands, fucking cold
My hands, fucking hot
as well as you feel
It Must Be Cute
as well as you feel
It Must Be Cute
The way it speaks,
like a Cold fucking card
Before losing your temper,
Just hold my hands
as well as you feel
It Must Be Cute
as well as you feel
It Must Be Cute
you got a mitten,
cats stretches out,
and I think of myself
you got a mitten,
cats stretches out,
and I think of myself
you got a mitten,
cats stretches out,
and I think of myself
Writer/s: Electric Summer
