mOLLY

clash of the rash

stuck between the glass

I'm a window feeling the light

taken by the knife

thrust into my wife

I can no longer see the lies

ride on the guides highs

let go of the lows

observe and deserve

what you want in this dream

seeping from the seem

holding my mouth to yours

I wish I knew her before it happened

but now I know whats laughin'

it is the sign that pops it's head up

from the middle of the lands standing still

plans fall apart

nothing to dark

too far to get mauled

in this life of dolls

looking for another to call a lover

falling through mist

a part of our wish hits the ground

I'll be in town calling for justice

the sound of throats making crowns

to work out what we have right now