[St. Breeze]
Started with battle scenes he just wants someone to buy flowers for
To have lunch in france with friends 12-15
Dance like hes sixteen again
The weird tragedy of it to manage his organs
And make his skin ripple like a tyrannosaurus
Lets make a good moral life and make it to heaven
Attract creative people and h**n addicts and creative h**n addicts
Geniously dumb eyes worn and numb blind to the tastes of the young
And the old kind of fun and not giving a f**
Being a kid and making junk but still looking
For something he can't define lets be human beings itll be worth your time
[Aimili]
Oh so essential it makes you be wrong
Singing resentful gone for too long
[St. Breeze]
Cus you still make me sad come in a costume like you do every day
Sleep in the space write on trains without an expiry date
His structure is all or nothing
Wheels still turnin' round even when your lyin' down
How much did you steal today how much did you take away
A la concorde leading me astray petals on her chest
Arent the ones that he left you can't take your press beautiful loser that
Can't be tagged monitor your emotion
Your motion can't be strapped
Well just do what we can if we are all old people
Your smile is everything but senile