Pardon me, trembling
You used to say
"You’re like the sun, you’re like the sun"
Your eyes said everything, no fucking love to be found
The flowers on my grave spell an answer overdue
What forces govern me to you
Skin to skin we’re close but that blossoming refrains
I can never feel your blood…
The Ranch Production House
Follow Connor for more insight into the song writing shenanigans
I write everything on this piece of shit
Look at its smug face
You think you’re better than me?