"untitled demo 113" lyrics
"untitled demo 113"
Witches, witches, witches, witches!
With my hands in
My pockets
I would talk but I'm scared I might vomit
I'm sorry I apologize for everything
I have a little trouble talking to human beings
So paint me, when I'm gone
As somebody you could love
I can tell that
You checked out
As soon as I opened my mouth
Or at least that's how it feels
But I know that it's just my stupid brain and it's chemical spill
Is anybody gonna tell me that she left?
Great job, sport, we did our best
Writer(s): William Rodriguez
- AZLyrics
- C
- Cottonwood Firing Squad Lyrics
EP:
"death metal, golden retriever" (2022)
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