letra de new lips - dead selves
i’ve got skin made of glass
not blown but crystal-cut
i’m all edges and chips
i’m all pockets and dust
i’ve got a pack of white shirts
you can see right through
i’ve got a hand-drawn map
of where to meet you
i want to practice kissing you with new lips
i want to hide out and watch the sun drip
i want to feel the rain after a long drought
i want to walk the city with my legs out
as soon as we touch
you clench two fists around my lungs
i’m a strawberry sliced thin
dissolving on your tongue
but honeysuckle wilts
after a day or two alone
so a couple states away
you watch me finish on your phone
i want to practice kissing you with new lips
i want to build a temple where my skin fits
i want to be the valley when the dam bursts
i want to grow my fingеrs in the soft earth
i want to take you homе, i want to take you home
i want to take you home, i want to take you home
reach with both hands, we’ll never be here again
letras aleatórias
- letra de para sempre - tadeu aguiar
- letra de voyages de nuit - gaspard ml
- letra de never back down - nick eh 30
- letra de yes or no! - goovex
- letra de jazzdrill - atka
- letra de sea of fate - the sweet kill
- letra de sang & or - sideshow
- letra de when you're not around - plugnight
- letra de problema - minerva (ma)
- letra de shadows - underwrittenfox