Naked Knees, Killer Bees

You treat me like trash
And I'm afraid to say
I hate it like that
Naked knees and killer bees
I can actually breathe when you turn to leaves

And the rain came down for sure
We're safe in the consignment store
Rather kill time than
Kill ourselves
And the hills rolled on
Sat down to write this song
Rather soak up the heat than fall asleep

I leach on fast
My neck in your grasp
But I like it like that
Naked trees without their leaves
As they spread their seeds
You just turn to leave

And the rain came down for sure
We're safe in the consignment store
Rather kill time than
Kill ourselves
And our sense of touch ran wild
We are critics just meant to smile
Rather soak up the sun
Then turn and run



Credits
Writer(s): Beverley Buchanan, Nathan Ray
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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