Consitution Lyrics
Like this molehill made a mountain, this counting down has since amounted to a weight between our shoulders, hearts now butting heads like boulders. Wooden words left out to smolder, this winter swears that it's been colder, my face now smashed to gravel, gratefully hidden, thought not unravelled. My coded face says that I'm joking, kidding, hoping you saw what's written. Because this stony crest between my body chest begs for legs to get away from the man my hands have painted. I'm sorry