Killer crutches
Would you touch my bloody face?
With your clean hands
Wash my sins away
Could you wash away my ocean of lies
With your distinctive, beautiful ocean eyes
Wash my sins away
In my mind I play a tune for you
It’s distractive, printed in bloody blue
Wash my sins away
Baby and her butterflies
Flew me away in my sleep
Did too comfortably
Baby and her flying lions
Was simply too much like me
But I’d like to touch her again
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