‎cypress

[Verse 1: thatcherblackwood]
I don’t wanna talk to you
I don’t even wanna write a damn song with you
That’s a lotta absolutes
Can’t count the times I thought that you had told the truth
Caught up in the gossamer
Couple quarters couldn’t counter with the foliar
Like it wasn’t obvious, cut the corners cus’ you’re coping being cavalier
That’s a big caveat, constant caving into causes like a collier
Know I’m not your concierge, connotations couldn’t calm me when you called it hers

[Verse 2: thatcherblackwood]
Forget every moment
How could I let this happen again
Wasn’t in motion
Temporal decomposing
I’ll spill out the Glass
Concave Rarefactions
Engravened in sand
Consеcrated, ascend
Golden lacе on my hands

[Outro: Marshall4]
I need to get out of this place before it eats me alive
What do you want from me?
I know I look like garbage but I don't wanna check
What do you want from me?
Mascara's running down my cheek and there's rips in my dress
I need to get out I need to get out I need to get out
I need to get out