ran through the woods to our good house You forgot about the things that he could say like I don't think that I like you anymore Well I found new feelings at the feeling
Have you seen them? The words cut open Your poor intestines Can't deny Inky periods drip from your mailbox Blood flies dip and glide reach down inside
just to hear you, would you care? When I saw you put your purple finger on me There's a feelin' in your bottle Found your bottle, found your heart Gives a feeling
