Teenage Wrist

Rollerblades


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Go, go, safe from going through the storm
Slow burn, drag behind me through the snow
Rich spoon, water goes to washed-up gods
Done, done, dreaming of your fellow sons

I never look around to see how far I've come
I never look around to see how far I've come

Closed sleep, picture me a little older
To give is deep, blooming like a deserts flower

Yet she tastes like you and she breathes like you
And she leaps like you, like you

I never look around to see how far I've come
I never look around to see how far I've come

Yet she tastes, like you and she breathes, like you
And she leaps like you, like you

I never look around to see how far I've come
I never look around to see how far I've come
I never look around to see how far I've come
I never look around to see how far I've come


Writer/s: Anthony Salazar, Marshall Gallagher, Kamtin Mohager