Balloons as Hands

Nose bleeds a white line I blew
Washed away my clear thoughts and impurities
The speed sets in my heart explodes
Let's set this church on fire

Take a sentiment
Of all we are is art in making
What you never did
The pressures on me
Disclosed evidence
Of all we are is art in making
What you never did

And I'm always high
And you're always low

Eyes red from the wine we stole
Drown out misconceptions and securities
I'll play the part dressing in all your clothes
Let's set this church on fire

Take a sentiment
Of all we are is art in making
What you never did
The pressures on me
Disclosed evidence
Of all we are is art in making
What you never did

And I'm always high
And you're always low



Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Chmielowski
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