Were my hands not
Coated in blue and rubber
Covered in the grime and froth of you
I’d slip beyond
My aching heart muscle
My pulsating hope muscle
Press pause
Scream your name
Liar
Stranger
Then skip to the next song
Were my hands not
Coated in blue and rubber
Covered in the grime and froth of you
I’d slip beyond
My aching heart muscle
My pulsating hope muscle
Press pause
Scream your name
Liar
Stranger
Then skip to the next song