Lyrics: Blossom Hazarika
Music: Blossom Hazarika
Cuss oh
That's just a piece of my heart and it's roughing up a lot of fuss
Go, pockets are puppets, my hands will make em walk so maybe I better rush
Falling out of places misery's macabre
Heaving a lot of them sweating a silent sob
Wondering lately is it the sign of calm
Dream is a loony but I'm craving for her palm
Inalienable, tied to a shackle
Suffle the satire, sink like a pebble
I hear the murmurs and I guess you do too
A lateral chaos and we are the issue
Film strips chopped into
still pics shoved into
fam trips solitude
impulsive killing in due
Resonant packets of menacing air
Lurking in anticipation what to repair
I'll prolly say this will pass through
**** it I miss you