Hill

I thought riding a bike would help
Can I use your phone? my friend is on the train
I want to come back home
But I don't want to laid in bed

Well dressed skulls under my bed
With golden hearts ask for help
They've smoked all my cigarettes
We listen to The Doors all day



Credits
Writer(s): Cristobal Melendez
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