Текст песни lotus flower - 2 2 2

Pretty boy
Natural blood-stained blonde
With the holes in his sneakers
And his eyes all over me
Drive-in, slasher flick again
Feeling me up as a porn star dies
He's watching me instead
Eight grade death pact, strike me dead
All of Alabama laid out in front of your eyes
But all you could see was me
You walked in
You were singing
You tried to wade in
Cause you wanted just to tell me who you were
You were, you were kind
Dying to tell me
You'll wait if I have to make sure, ah
Grew up hard
Fell off harder
Cooking our brains
Smoking that shit your daddy smoked in Vietnam, oh
You'd be a writer
If he didn't leave all his hell for you
Saying if you could, you'd leave it all, no
I knew it was love
When I rode home crying
Thinking of you fucking other girls, oh
And when you
Said that you're in love
I never wondered if you're sure
Pretty boy
Consumed by death
With the holes in his sneakers
And his eyes all over me
Over me, over me
Over me, over me
Over me, over me
Over me, over me
Over