Lyrics: Avii Garde
Music: Avii Garde
I wanna be honest
And try to be humble
Where’s your little blue dress?
Was it ever really yours?
I’m running in protest
Soft touch behind the bubbles
Where’s my ****in’ redress
Was it ever really yours?
Wake up, deep down under
Dead phone, cold floor, no thunder
Small room smells like my blood
Crunge face, oiled hair, eating mud
Please, come to get closer
Smoking in hangover
I just wanna tell ya, my old friend
But, still I don’t know what it ever meant
I wanna be honest
And try to be humble
Where’s your little blue dress?
Was it ever really yours?
I’m running in protest
Soft touch behind the bubbles
Where’s my ****in’ redress
Was it ever really yours?
I wanna be honest
And try to be humble
Where’s your little blue dress?
Was it ever really yours?
I’m running in protest
Soft touch behind the bubbles
Where’s my ****in’ redress
Was it ever really yours?