damage

You were meant to be that hoe up on my touchscreen

Don't look at me, frankly I find you disgusting

Angel choirs risen so feel I must sing

Walkin round at night the leaves are always rustling

Chain up on my jacket rained on got it rusting

Vody in the pocket found it at the west wing

Always window shopping im never investing

Never felt at home, guess its just a guest thing

What you doin? what you doin? ion even know

Sober for a week but I still feel like im fucking throwed

In my dreams hallucinate see myself up on the thrown