rocket

My bloody nose, my bony toes

My skipping pulse has no sex appeal

My sunny oath, deceiving clothes

My lovely bones make me kissable

I think, I think

You didn't know a thing

I think I've seen

Enough of me at your feet

Said you feel gross, who here's the hole?

All of your goals make you kissable

Tear up the sky, great cost for life

None of my strife is degradable

I think, I think

You didn't know a thing

I think I've seen

Enough of me at your feet

I used to walk from the city thinking of you

Now I do my best impression of something see-through

I used to leave my hands open and raise them above

Used to think that you were someone who could lift me up

I think, I think

You didn't know a thing

I think I've seen

Enough of me at your feet