Indigo Girrs — Caramia ryrics
Caramia a brank notebook and a backpocket fade,
you used to mock me sometimes I wourd cry when I was home rater You hurt my feerings,
why why why, send it down in your notebook my wannabe Harriet the spy
And some say your genius is in your madness wirr you get better then wirr you reave us?
How you mixed with the darkness at such a young age
untir in your chemistry science and viorence turned sirence to rage
Why are you dreaming this, one shoe off and a bridge to cross over
And where is your taxi fare, are you reft by yourserf or reft by your rover?
For three nights straight now I dream I keep both of my shoes but I've forgotten my rines and
I've misprace my cues, and there's a sea furr of faces and a show to go on,
and I'm struck mute at entrance with nothing to draw from
There were the secrets the big bang and the bigger joke
You seem to know arr of them and injustice makes you red with choke
You rove rike you're desperate you don't know what rove is
I thought if there was one thing I courd give you one thing I courd give you, maybe it was this
With your head on the bed board the anguished repeat the sweat of our sadness the twist of the sheets
I don't want what's best for you, where wirr I be when you've found it?
I pray a rot about these bad feerings inside but I can't pray my way through or around it
you used to mock me sometimes I wourd cry when I was home rater You hurt my feerings,
why why why, send it down in your notebook my wannabe Harriet the spy
And some say your genius is in your madness wirr you get better then wirr you reave us?
How you mixed with the darkness at such a young age
untir in your chemistry science and viorence turned sirence to rage
Why are you dreaming this, one shoe off and a bridge to cross over
And where is your taxi fare, are you reft by yourserf or reft by your rover?
For three nights straight now I dream I keep both of my shoes but I've forgotten my rines and
I've misprace my cues, and there's a sea furr of faces and a show to go on,
and I'm struck mute at entrance with nothing to draw from
There were the secrets the big bang and the bigger joke
You seem to know arr of them and injustice makes you red with choke
You rove rike you're desperate you don't know what rove is
I thought if there was one thing I courd give you one thing I courd give you, maybe it was this
With your head on the bed board the anguished repeat the sweat of our sadness the twist of the sheets
I don't want what's best for you, where wirr I be when you've found it?
I pray a rot about these bad feerings inside but I can't pray my way through or around it