Lyrics:
Hooked upon the hart's-tongue fern
Only by her own gooseflesh
Knows she somewhen he'll return
Inside a Herman Miller habitat until it's time to "attack".
Lips curl back and reveal painting tongues against laptop sex.
The fern has been misted
Truthfully I only do good to reap the returns
Tongue in cheek like between two ferns
I'll tell you how I feel but lace it in jokes
Without esteem,
too stern woah
He got your phone fucking absurd
Clipped for him he leaving the earth
Back in the dirt where I'm growing a fern
Feeling the static
I been licking my wounds
Sick of holding my tongue
I been sweating my way up those blue hills
Now I'm taking the plunge
I been stealing my nerves
a cloister full of ferns
An ivy twining round the urns
That brimmed with duckweed and with snails
The fiend, his mouth was full of nails
"Oh, come and see my
with my girl
its that look in your eyes
you put your lips on mine
tongue tied and all i can say is
i love the conversation where we don't even gotta
tongues I aint tongue tied even with my lace
2016 hadda start the race, hadda pick up the pace
Had to remove the tint off the windows
I was in limbo, I told
breakfast and coffee hot enough
To know your tongue is still there
Three geraniums outside a window
Trying to be red and trying to be
Pink and trying to be
never proven to be anything, seems like she said, same as last but never same, as true but good as new and bold as truth- once words passed on from tongue
downfall, but I'm within my grace
When I talk in tongues, I ain't tongue-tied, even wear my lace
2016, had to start a race, gotta pick up the pace
How
away
The music, the tongue and the old refrains
You're coming here to play
But you're pulling the roots from a dying age
Remember the Buachaille
pull my tongue down my chest
Collapse my sinuses and only smell your hair
Whisper a prayer to the skies
Infatuation of a ghost in speckled shells
And I
and blurred sun
The church, asserts drum against cursing tongues
whence the word sprung?
The mirth is sucked, like mike, from love
The first cup was spilt,
with my food before i eat it
But this time and i make a rhyme, i'll make an exception, i'll tease it
It occurred like milk and thought to me
If it ferns
scions may remember past the twilight of our years
Oh, Karacsun
Let the tongue of yore in which we swore cast beams upon the young
May the shadows flee
The ferns are gone.
I've made my path.
The branch is dissolved.
The wind howls in hollowed pain,
Stale as the ground below.
I've fought,
Through
Carry me back into the sand
Into the sand with the flowers and the fern
Old Mr. Centipede climbing tobacco leaves
Looking for livers and hearts for
standing in this empty room
Dead fern on the window sill
Dried out looking like a prune
My old dream I forgot to water
I was so young then
So naive I thought
call me lil' quim fort
Tongue so good, I'm sinful
You could have my info 1-800-NYMPHO
Click, click, clicking on that clit, clit
Feeling feeling lit, lit
mary
Edible eating credible medical speaking fellow
My turd scary
Smelling like burnt mary
A word fairy
How did he learn
Where'd he intern
Fern
The spectral sight by haunted eyes along the fern
Beware their wolfish bite
The fang in flesh like daggers cut
The vulturous
These hearts have fallen
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