Inflicted on the sky
And incriminating blue stains on my shirt
The shirt you bought for me
Christ it hurts
Like stars in my belly going supernova
I feel like a zombie that refuses to live
Haunting the junkyards
And cutting myself on scraps of you
Inflicted on the sky
And incriminating blue stains on my shirt
The shirt you bought for me
Christ it hurts
Like stars in my belly going supernova
I feel like a zombie that refuses to live
Haunting the junkyards
And cutting myself on scraps of you
P.S. I'll find my frog
P.S. I'll find my frog