#1
I've addressed this once before.
I could never tell a lie,
not that you were ever one to believe,
anything said or spoken.

You'll be screaming at feathers I swear.
Lost in a sea of linens,
I'm not jumping in until that shark leaves,
until he leaves.

A mess of hands will leave us damned,
nightmare where'd you get those teeth?
I choose not to sleep cause you're here,
rising like a monster whenever it's near.

You'll be screaming at feathers I swear.
Lost in a sea of linens,
I'm not jumping in until that shark leaves,
until he leaves.

So soft, so calm, so elegant,
making this time well spent.
(These teeth won't let you go)


c4c and all of that fun