Raspberry Belly, Strawberry Supermoon (feat. The Queen Guillotined)

Holy fucking shit I hate the way that my skin fits I want to move to a dangerous city Find an appraisal for Exactly How much Each one of my organs are worth Burn my nervous energy Use the warmth to make it through Burn Flowers in your hair, violence in your heart I hope I'm through the worst of it Flowers in your hair violence in your heart I hope I'm through the worst of it Wrap myself in band-aids made from saved up past lives Wrap myself up, no longer mine