Hand on his arm
Feet can't touch the ground
Shivering in bed
Pockets filled with lead
I'm find right here
Put yourself in harm
What haven't you found
What haven't you bled
Apples or leaves
I could care less
The only thing I'll ever be
Wicked and rusty
Sick with a sparkle
Lemon with tea
Cross my heart hope its with string
My hair is long will it be gone by the time I'm 23
I, I, I, I
Owe, Owe, Owe, Owe
My mother
And I just feel the same as your the same as you were before
And how do I get you to touch is not the same to feel
I want to feel you
