You're the best clothing, wrong dress code
How it goes, we almost did it show
You sculpt the bones in colors
Wild world, none of tones
I just won't turn a pro
To say I don't believe in touching
Why it takes so much price
To get what I wish for
Like they always come
Back to me

Back, breaking into pieces
My core
Never know a short story
Could feel so long
In a comfy night
Where did we go wrong
When one, two, three
Is the moon
We should be your baby here
Short story ending soon
You were the proudest
Penpint in the poem
Pinnacle for sure
Collecting bone
From his regular thorn
I never knew
This towel could
Boost this glue
Puzzling the mess
Always made by you
Why
It takes so much price
Why
To get what I wish for
Like they always come back
Breaking into pieces
My core
Cause they never wanted my own
Never know a short story
Could feel so long
In a comfy night
Where did we go wrong
Why did we go wrong
When one, two, three
Is the moon
We should be your baby here
Short story ending soon
Back to me
Four months trying
To be everything
Only to realize you gave it
Is nothing
Three words whispering
God I hate it
Winter's wild and warm
Half as strong
Shooting off our working gold
From falls and growls
And we cling to one thing right
And cursing out the one thing
I regret till I die
Never know a short story
Could touch up history
Feeling so familiar
Four months of fear
Feeling love be left
In undone
Flash is the face of someone
I can no longer call him baby
Never know a short story
Could feel so long
In a comfy night
Where did we go wrong
When one, two, three
Is the moon
We should be your baby here
Short story ending soon
Short story ending soon