Blossom

She can read souls
Dissect and reassemble
He can see her will
The air is moist from temptation
They discover the moment
Inside the desires of their minds
It can't be the truth
Nothing is the same

Her words are the knives
That cut out his spirit
She'll hang it on a wall
Anywhere to display it
To display it

He chases the nights away
With whiskey wine and weed
One soul forever tortured
Burning out alone

Her words are the knives
That cut out his spirit
She'll hang it on a wall
Anywhere to display it
To display it

She can read souls
Dissect and reassemble
He can see her will
The air is moist from temptation
They discover the moment
Inside the desires of their minds
It can't be the truth
Nothing is the same

Her words are the knives
That cut out his spirit
She'll hang it on a wall
Anywhere to display it
To display it



Credits
Writer(s): Owen Douglas Ridings
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