We can make peace with it
That is what sanctuary is
Proof of concept, I need you not to scream
Why are you here? Why are you here?
Baby pink walls, velvet sheen
Spines and thorns are the trim around a sinking soul
Husk boy, false eyelashes
I don their skin for more than just warmth
I know myself better than you could have ever thought
I am the bouquet, drink from my hip
I am the bouquet, drink from my hip
I won't open boxes that I'm told not to
I won't open boxes that I'm told not to
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