You walked straight through these Brooklyn tides
To find mosquitos holding knives
As life beckons
You can't catch the nursery
I don't give a fuck
So don't you play games with me
Dry like a spell
My hands on your throat
My sadness is leaving me painfully dry
Sorrow, the arsenal, captain'd my life
Weak is your target
Lost the right suspect
Down to these last nights
Let's leave shit for surprise
Bonk Bonk Bonk
You'd hear a needle drop
I just can't
I just can't talk
I lit tonight
I lit tonight up too hot
Swirling old wounds when it's Christmas soon
Eating Midnight Cookies before afternoon
You see the end of the world
I say it starts soon
We're whole like the universe
You're the sun to my moon
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