Holographic Jesus

Feels like green

Feel like lavender and gray, gray, gray

I wash my hands and across shade

How can you tell that I'm a bedroom girl?

Is it my holographic Jesus

Or the Grim Reaper on my necklace?

The sun on my wrist, on my wrist

It's never felt like this

The sun on my wrist, on my wrist

It's never felt like this

The sun built me to shade everybody

The sun built me to shade everybody

The sun built me to shade everybody

The sun built me to shade everybody

And I'm right over here

Laying it down there

Saw an umbrella flap its wings like a bat

How 'bout that?

No more choosing, no more losing

To the light that forms shapes on your back

The sun on my wrist, on my wrist

It's never felt like this

The sun on my wrist, on my wrist

It's never felt like this

The sun built me to shade everybody

The sun built me to shade everybody

The sun built me to shade everybody

The sun built me to shade everybody

The sun built me to shade everybody

The sun built me to shade everybody

And I put my hands in dirt, it barely hurt

I'm right over there

Laying it down there

I'm right over there

Laying it down there

I put my hands in dirt, it barely hurt