Portra 400 - Arlo Parks
Making rainbows out of something painful
Getting fried as hell and dodging gravestones
Spiralling in bathrooms, tile on cheek
Telling me the drugs will only make me weak
Don't you think I know that?
Don't you think I know that?
Keeping bits of moonstone next to me
Tried to shave your stubble, but you gashed your cheek
Won't you stay away?
Won't you stay away from me?
With you I'm always
Making rainbows out of something painful
Getting fried as hell and dodging gravestones
You look like me when you lie
Boiled blood star shifts in the window of my eye
You put warm salt to the stitch
And I suffer for the sky that you shook nine times
You smell like burnt hibiscus
I still feel blessed even when you're b_tching
You stole my spine for a minute
So I cut my hair just to make you smile
Making rainbows out of something painful
Getting fried as hell and dodging gravestones
Making rainbows out of something painful
Getting fried as hell and dodging gravestones
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