Grape Soda
Screeching bodies
Fall into trees
What you take from your mother
You get back in the knees
Emotions are complicated
Like larks tongues in aspic
I don't want you
No I just want plastic
I try to see your light
But I just feel so confined
What makes the downfall of man
So fucking easy to find
Voices in my head
Voices outside
Struggling with
External displays of pride
Lens of my desires
Makes what I see drastic
So when I look at you
I just see plastic
I try to see your light
But I just feel so confined
What makes the downfall of man
So fucking easy to find
Writer/s: Kids Luv Cops
