the hair is blonde and falls down your face an unsuccessful attempt to try and erase the fog is blue and settles settles with the heat this bitching is familiar i can trace you with my feet the matter is not where we go or how long it will last the question is how fast this is not a test it s just an ask and the question is how fast a bird that s small enough to winter in your ear bleeds you draining cup of oil it s bitter makes me cheer grasping body front cleaning into moon sheets are wrapped around i will be joining you there soon the matter is not where we go or how long it will last the question is how fast this is not a test it s just an ask and the question is how fast and the question is 