Stripped back secondary, Austin voice
As milky as her bones
We have loved, as we are loveless
Touch down, southern clouds, hanging low
As heavy as this blood
Filling up, a tank of justice
Distant thunder
Fumbled play
Lives outlined in chalk
Stormy laughter
Far away
Our plans they took a knock
Sweaty darkness
Got no charge
Thumb without a tool
A hundred reasons
All at large
No way to get to you
Sky-high memories, optic pins
There’s mint left in the glass
We ripped, to free the flavour
Wet leaves, seventeen, prickly breath
Kisses steal smiles
We pimp this bad behaviour