Music: Bálint Rubóczki
come and get out
from under my skin
and the linens in my house
you germ up my kitchen
like an insect cut it out
this summer was the same
and there's clotting in my mouth
I let that cotton wring
let it wrinse
wash it out
from under my skin
and the linens in my house
you germ up my kitchen
like an insect cut it out
this summer was the same
and there's clotting in my mouth
I let that cotton wring
let it wrinse
wash it ou
the seasons all the same
it seems so in my brain
the seasons all the same
it seems so in my brain
but I dried up in the rain
I see you in my brain