I've been taking too many quick shots he's doing donuts in the parking lot

I think we're growing new skin leave me on the edge with your old sins

They play instruments on the water as we begin leaving our rotten limbs

Crawl out with a layer of fresh bone to borrow calling for a chance to

Feel sorrow lovely boy who craves to aim the arrow I think I've seen

Him hide from the truth only wants to hear the good news