P.S. Eliot - Pink Sheets lyrics
[P.S. Eliot - Pink Sheets lyrics]
Against sticks and stones
Cosmic disdain blaring in my headphones
Drafting ultimatums straining sanity
Wringing out blood from ventral cavities
We live on pink sheets you make me creep
I don't let you sleep
Rose quartz, star charts
We heal our broken hearts
With warped reality and practical psychology
I've got a feeling it's dead at the scene
And when it's not breathing
It seems so serene
All that remains, iconic photographs
My vagrant thoughts and the
Sun through stained glass
We live on pink sheets you make me creep
I don't let you sleep
Rose quartz, star charts
We heal our broken hearts
With warped reality and practical psychology
We live on pink sheets you make me creep
I don't let you sleep you momentarily
Made it unclear to see
That i live on pink sheets
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