You make me lava
Now I can’t feel the sadness
When you won’t call back
The sun can’t moonshine
Replicated bottle form
Has nothing on us
Trust yourself young friend
Things are just like they seem now
But we can still change
Windows open so
All the true blind can smell life
It mirrors our worst
Melted into me
I taste him on my mind and
Secrets are wet lies
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 