Lyrics
A book I stole from the school library
In the heat of the moment I swore it meant something
Is happiness peach juice dripping down your chin
If so I can learn to love the taste of the ones I picked
I refuse to believe this is who I should be
Who I was brought up will never be me
Headed for another bleak disaster afternoon
I sing the sounds of it in a summer bedroom
Rolling fingers over inscriptions in my skin
Cut them open and let the fever in
Kiss and tell with hope and daggers
Glossanova sins
The laws of love and evil are oh so delicate
Headed for another bleak disaster afternoon
I sing the sounds of it in a summer bedroom
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