Greens On Toast
Greens On Toast
Greens On Toast
Greens On Toast
Greens On Toast
Greens On Toast
Greens On Toast
Greens On Toast
Greens On Toast
Greens On Toast
With your psych ward socks and sliced up thighs and your plaid skirt and your black lined eyes
I know that you see your the lock to my key
Like a dog at a shelter i feel in love when i first held her
I picked you out at the psych ward your the sheath to my sword
Lalalalalalala
When you don’t take your meds you look so pretty you think so clear and you joke so witty
I know you understand youre the glove to my hand
Being with you is really entertaining but when youre on a low you are quite draining
You fill me with regret your the mouth to my cigarette
Lalalalala