Carbon copy aftertaste
The taste of lips so delicate
Stop the click and watch the room
Sitting pretty in full bloom
Your stain on my fingers like a headache that the pills won't k**
Hold your breath this is the part
That I've been waiting for
Words spill out in front of you
On your bedroom floor
Your stain on my fingers like a headache that the pills won't k**
I sat beneath the burning tree
I never gave my world away (maybe I should, maybe I could)
I sat beneath the burning tree
I never gave my world away (maybe I should, maybe I could)
I never gave my world away
Maybe I should maybe I could?
I never gave my world away
Maybe I could, maybe I would?
I never gave my world away (maybe I should, maybe I could)
I sat beneath the burning tree
I never gave my world away (maybe I should, maybe I could)
I sat beneath the burning tree
The burning tree
The burning tree